#garfield w/ a knife

[noneuclideangarf]

HEY YOU!!! i got an album of chill beats coming out August 18th and it would be sick and awesome if you pre-saved it on Spotify! if you don't garfield will keep stabbing me!!!

help a dog out! reblogs much appreciated!!!

[phobia-sweets]

Okay, so how would different villains react to a vigilante reader doing this to them in the middle of a fight

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Also I absolutely adore your fic and writing, please and thank you, and have an amazing day

used the freedom of getting to choose myself to practice writing music meister :3

(also im glad(?) to inform you i got that video on my fyp like two hours after getting this request lmao)

OH AND THANKYOU THAT MEANS A LOT i hope you also have a good day!!!

General! Music Meister & Firefly x reader

Warnings & Notes: None?? i got carried away w firefly, not proofread (reader is a bit dumb at the end of firefly's part lmao)

MUSIC MEISTER

During your time as a vigilante, you had learned to always bring earplugs wherever you went, just in case if you bumped into him.

“You do know your trick doesn’t work on me, right?” You chuckled, adjusting your domino mask. The music meister – or Darius, had taken control of the Gotham city opera house, where the both of you currently were. Luckily for you there were no civilians present when he took control – except for some guards, Who had left – leaving you alone with him.

“One of these days, you will be the one to do my bidding” he started, “It’ll be just a matter of time.”

Now, technically taking care of him without anyone to control should be easy, but you didn’t really want to hurt him. But then again, What were the chances there actually were people there being controlled, but just hiding, waiting for you to attack? You wouldn’t put it past him to plan that, he was quite smart. “Why won’t you just be good for once and give up voluntarily?” You suggested, and was met with him chuckling. “If you won’t, I still have a card up my sleeve.”

“Oh?”

You walked closer to him, To which he didn’t react – planning something? Were you playing into a plan he had in his head? Fuck it, you already started going through with this, may as well go for it. You were maybe a meter away from him when you practically jumped up to him, placing a kiss on his lips. He made a sound of surprise, eyes wide as he looked at you, a sweet red creeping up to his cheeks.

Then you handcuffed him. “Sorry, Darius.”

GARFIELD LYNNS

Adding a cape to your uniform was one of the purely aesthetic choices you made. In your defense, capes were really cool. Unfortunately, They could be very inconvenient when they got stuck. Especially when there was a specific pyromaniac trying to immolate you. Trying to pull your cape from under some barrels that had fallen, you heard him -

“There’s going to be nothing but ash left when I’m done with you!” Firefly yelled, sharply inhaling as he landed a few feet away from you and adjusting his grip on his flamethrower. You turned to quickly look at your utility belt, spotting the butterfly knife on its usual spot. Turning to face Firefly, you sighed,

“We’re not done yet.” You straightened your back, watching as he walked closer. You took the knife, making sure he didn’t see it and starting to cut your cape off.

He laughed. “You will burn with gotham tonight-”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve told me that quite a few times already.” You interrupted him, and regretted it almost immadietly when you felt the warmth of the flames from the flamethrower come dangerously close as he fired it for just a second.

“Any last words, hero?” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, “before I melt your face off?”

“I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

“Heh heh, Too bad.” He laughed. You needed time. You knew that. If you didn’t find a way to either keep him talking or catch him off guard, you’d be as good as dead.

“Wouldn’t you prefer a nice slow burn over an explosion?” You questioned, Motioning to the barrels of… What ever was in them. You didn’t know, but it probably wouldn’t mix well with fire.

He stopped. Probably considering whether to blow you up or burn you. You cut the last bit of fabric off of your cape, free to move. Lunging towards Firefly, you pushed away his flamethrower, one risk taken care of. Now you just had to restrain him. You needed to catch him offguard. So you almost instinctively tried to place a kiss on his lips, but was met with the cold surface of his helmet. But hey, it worked. He stumbled backwards and you seized the opportunity to tackle him to the ground and tie his hands together.

“I could’ve taken my helmet off for that, hot stu-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

[risetherivermoon]

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Bullshit Freaks - Bloody Lullaby

- Fandom: Stranger Things

- Status: Finished (Series Discontinued)

- Chapters: 40/40 (Word Count: 117k)

- Main Ships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

- Minor Ships: Robin Buckley/Vickie, Nancy Wheeler/Jonathan Byers

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: a steve has powers au + him meeting rob and eddie while still in highschool, (this is steddie centric)

- Link: Bullshit Freaks - moonriverrise

Boiling Point - Bloody Lullaby

- Fandom: Stranger Things

- Status: Finished (Series Discontinued)

- Chapters: 22/22 (Word Count: 88k)

- Main Ships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

- Minor Ships: Robin Buckley/Vickie, Nancy Wheeler/Jonathan Byers

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: the sequel to the steve has powers fic i finished a bit ago called Bullshit Freaks, enjoy

- Link: Boiling Point - moonriverrise

Thawing Of The Knife - Bloody Lullaby

- Fandom: Stranger Things

- Status: Discontinued

- Chapters: 3/3 (Word Count: 8k)

- Main Ships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

- Minor Ships: Max Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

- Desc: the next book of my steddie, steve harrington has powers fic, read bullshit freaks & boiling point b4 this!!

- Link: Thawing Of The Knife - moonriverrise

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How To Not Die Young

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Discontinued

- Chapters: 43/43 (Word Count: 110k)

- Main Ships: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, James Potter/Regulus Black, Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier

- Minor Ships: Marlene Mckinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Lily Evans/Mary Macdonald, Pandora Lovegood/Xenophilius Lovegood, Peter Pettigrew/Sybil Trelawney, Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Rita Skeeter, Narcissa Black Malfoy/Alice Longbottom, Andromeda Black Tonks/Ted Tonks

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a wolfstar, jegulus/sunseeker, and rosekiller au feat. highschool drama, plants, licorice, and bands

- Link: How To Not Die Young - risetherivermoon

Just Different, Apparently

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 4/4 (Word Count: 24k)

- Main Ships: James Potter/Regulus Black

- Minor Ships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Lily Evans/Mary Macdonald, Marlene Mckinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a meet cute modern jegulus au w/ autistic james and trans reg. feat. orchestras, cafes, idiot brothers and shitty familes, theatre groups, football, social disasters, and woodland creatures

- Link: Just Different, Apparently - risetherivermoon

Like A Kick To My Face, Your Love

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 1k)

- Main Ships: Mary Macdonald/Lily Evans

- Minor Ships: James Potter/Regulus Black

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a marylily oneshot + a (sorta) fame au

- Link: Like A Kick To My Face, Your Love - risetherivermoon

Can't Get The Words Out

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 1k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Lily comes out to her friends after a loud Gryffindor party,

- Link: Can't Get The Words Out - risetherivermoon

Reaching From Arm's Length

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 2k)

- Main Ships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Remus freaks out during a party because of a migraine, Sirius brings Remus away from the crowd and they talk, and Remus confesses and opens up to Sirius for the first time.

- Link: Reaching From Arm's Length - risetherivermoon

Feeling Overheated

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 1k

- Main Ships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

- Minor Ships: James Potter/Lily Evans

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: After Remus comes out a few months prior Sirius starts to realize things about himself and how he feels about his friend, he talks to James about it and then approaches Remus.

- Link: Feeling Overheated - risetherivermoon

Live Through My Scars and Blood, Live Through My Love

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 1k)

- Main Ships: Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier (IMPLIED)

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: Major Character Death

- Desc: A Barty Character Study

- Link: Live Through My Scars and Blood, Live Through My Love - risetherivermoon

Sing For The Damage We've Done

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 2/?

- Main Ships: Barty Crouch Jr./James Potter

- Minor Ships: Regulus Black/Remus Lupin, Dorcas Meadows/Marlene Mckinnon

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a childhood friends Darksun au

- Link: Sing For The Damage We've Done - risetherivermoon, queer70s

Go For The Throat

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Au

- Status: Discontinued

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 6k)

- Main Ships: Barty Crouch Jr./James Potter

- Minor Ships: Regulus Black/Remus Lupin/Evan Rosier, Lily Evans/Pandora Lovegood, Marlene Mckinnon/Dorcas Meadowes

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: a detective darksun au where James is a detective and Barty is a lawyer who bothers the hell out of him and may be lying about his identity a little… (+ moonrosewater (remus x evan x regulus) dorlene and pandalily)

- Link: Go For The Throat - risetherivermoon

Foolish Embarrassment

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 2k)

- Main Ships: Barty Crouch Jr./Xenophilius Lovegood/Evan Rosier

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a fluffy silverrosedagger (xenophilius x evan x barty) fic for my friend hag,

- Link: Foolish Embarassment - risetherivermoon for fallinginautumn

I'm Tired, I Hate It, It Hurts, But I Can't Stop.

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Discontinued

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 6k)

- Main Ships: Barty Crouch Jr./James Potter

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: Major Character Death

- Desc: an angsty Darksun au, where Barty is stubborn and sick, and James loves him anyway. ( b-day gift for leo :D )

- Link: I'm Tired, I Hate It, It Hurts, But I Can't Stop - risetherivermoon

If You Need To, Darling, Lean Your Weight On Me - Darlin, I Would Do It Again

- Fandom: Good Omens (TV)

- Status: Finished (Series Discontinued)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 10k)

- Main Ships: Aziraphale/Crowley

- Minor Ships: Maggie/Nina

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: A post s2 ep6 fix it fic, with crowley coming into the bookstore after having a nightmare and aziracrow finally talk to eachother

- Link: If You Need To, Darling, Lean Your Weight On Me - risetherivermoon

So Someone With Your Eyes Might Come In Time - Darlin' I Would Do It Again

- Fandom: Good Omens (TV)

- Status: Finished (Series Discontinued)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 9k)

- Main Ships: Aziraphale/Crowley

- Minor Ships: Maggie/Nina

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: the sequel to my other GO oneshot...from az's pov

- Link: So Someone With Your Eyes Might Come In Time - risetherivermoon

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Don't Look Now

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 2/?

- Main Ships: Veronica Stampler/Terry Jr. Stampler, Sparrow Oak-Swallows-Garcia/Rebecca Oak-Swallows-Garcia, Marco Li-Wilson/Grant Li-Wilson, Nicholas Close-Foster/Lark Oak-Garcia

- Minor Ships: Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia/Hermie Unworthy, Lincoln Li-Wilson/Scary Marlowe

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: a no realms (but very dark) dndads au! based mostly on the kiddads, + the teens too, where i make willy 10x worse and everyones a bit more fucked up bc i love psychological horror and stupid dnd podcasts

- Link: Don't Look Now - autumnl3av3s

Once Upon A FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 10/?

- Main Ships: Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia/Hermie Unworthy

- Minor Ships: Lincoln Li-Wilson/Scary Marlowe/Taylor Swift, Nicholas Close-Foster/Lark Oak-Garcia

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a canon divergence text fic for the goofs and giggles

- Link: Once Upon A FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK - autumnl3av3s

Family Are The Ones You Love The Most

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 5k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia/Hermie Unworthy

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Scary and the rest of the teens spend christmas together and she thinks about how much she loves her friends

- Link: Family Are The Ones You Love The Most - autumnl3av3s

5 Times Nick's Dad Didn't Notice Him And One Time He Did

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 6/6 (Word Count: 10k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: The one where people help and comfort Nick when Glenn should have, and one time where Glenn did show up for him

- Link: 5 Times Nick's Dad Didn't Notice Him And One Time He Did - autumnl3av3s

Get The Fuck Out Of My Head - He's Half Of My Soul As The Poet's Say

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 6/6 (Word Count: 23k)

- Main Ships: Nicholas Close-Foster/Lark Oak-Garcia

- Minor Ships: Terry Jr. Stampler/Grant Wilson

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: Lark gets hit with some kind of sleep spell that has him lost in his mind, Nicky is tasked with going into his head (via magic) and retrieving him. Once everything clears up, they notice a shift in their relationship and dynamic

- Link: Get The Fuck Out Of My Head - autumnl3av3s

I Wish You Were Far Away From Me - I Won't Ever Stop Hating You

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 3k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: an au where Jodie is Glenn's older brother who he despises and argues with all the time, their relationship and Glenn being an angsty kid

- Link: I Wish You Were Far Away From Me - autumnl3av3s

Why Are You Here? - I Won't Ever Stop Hating You

- Fandom: Dungeons And Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 2k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: part 2 of the Jodie is Glenn's older brother au, Glenn gets sent home from school by the school nurse and Jodie is there to pick him up, Glenn isn't too thrilled about it

- Link: Why Are You Here? - autumnl3av3s

And Right Now I Just Wanna Grow Up

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Hero finally has a conversation with her Uncle and Dad about stopping her training, it goes better than she expects and honestly that makes it worse

- Link: And Right Now I Just Wanna Grow Up - autumnl3av3s

How Do I Get Angry? - I Won't Ever Stop Hating You

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 2k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: part 3 of the Jodie is Glenn's older brother au, where Glenn makes an unexpected friend at the library

- Link: How Do I Get Angry? - autumnl3av3s

Dear Dad, Love Your Son

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 1k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Marco Li-Wilson/Grant Li-Wilson, Darryl Wilson/Henry Oak

- Archive Warnings: Major Character Death

- Desc: A series of letters between Grant & Darryl as Grant grows up,

- Link: Dear Dad, Love Your Son - autumnl3av3s

Oh Universe I See Your Face

- Fandom: Dungeons And Daddies

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 5/?

- Main Ships: Henry Oak-Garcia/Glenn Close

- Minor Ships: Henry Oak-Garcia/Mercedes Oak-Garcia, Henry Oak-Garcia/Darryl Wilson/Glenn Close

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: A no realms au where Henry grew up in a cult on earth (Oakvale) and when the dads + their families goes on a three week vacation to the beach, Henry starts to remember his childhood, (plus some enemies to lovers esc glennry with a little polydads on the side as a treat)

- Link: Oh Universe I See Your Face - autumnl3av3s

Will We Ever Be Enough For Her? - I Won't Ever Stop Hating You

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 3k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: the fourth part of a jodie is glenns older brother au, where the boys go to mcdonalds and nothing bad happens! ever! definitely nothing sad and terrible!

- Link: Will We Ever Be Enough For Her? - autumnl3av3s

Don't Fall Asleep Too Quickly - Swiftli Week 2024

- Fandom: Dungeons And Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 3k)

- Main Ships: Lincoln Li-Wilson/Taylor Swift

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: oneshot 4 day 1 of swiftli week 2024: Birthday / Sleepover / Movie Night

- Link: Don't Fall Asleep Too Quickly - autumnl3av3s

Fell From Heaven - Swiftli Week 2024 - Three Sinners And One Angel

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 4k)

- Main Ships: Taylor Swift/Lincoln Li-Wilson

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Lincoln, a fallen angel, falls from heaven into hell and is discovered by Taylor, a hell demon prince, and Scary, a sinner.

aka: a prequel to an au on tumblr that ive written and drawn for on the account: @3sinnrsn1angel go check it out for more content! (though this fic is canon to that universe this can be read as a stand-alone)

aka x2: : a oneshot 4 day 2 of Swiftli Week 2024: Angel+Demon

- Link: Fell From Heaven - autumnl3av3s

Makeup and Skirts - Swiftli Week 2024

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 3k)

- Main Ships: Lincoln Li-Wilson/Taylor Swift

- Minor Ships: Hermie Unworthy/Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia, Scary Marlowe/Erica Drippins

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Transfem Linc gets dysphoric before going on a date with her boyfriend, Taylor, and some other shtuff happens

aka: fic for day 4 (albeit late) of Swiftli Week 2024: FREE DAY

- Link: Makeup and Skirts - autumnl3av3s

The (Not-So World Ending) Chaotic Life Of The Li-Wilson-Swifts - Swiftli Week 2024

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Discontinued

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 2k)

- Main Ships: Taylor Swift/Lincoln Li-Wilson

- Minor Ships: Scary Marlowe/Hermie Unworthy/Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: In a future Au, Lincoln and Taylor decide to adopt a child and start a family together, some things happen, problems and trouble but also happiness and love! yay!

aka: a fic for the last day of swiftli week 2024: Future Au!!

- Link: The (Not-So World Ending) Chaotic Life Of The Li-Wilson-Swifts - autumnl3av3s

Home Is Whenever I'm With You - He's Half Of My Soul As The Poet's Say

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 3k)

- Main Ships: Nicholas Close-Foster/Lark Oak-Garcia

- Minor Ships: Terry Jr. Stampler/Grant Wilson

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a oneshot/part 2 of the telepathy nark au! (aka Get The Fuck Out Of My Head) where Lark helps Nicky unpack boxes in his new apartment and some other shtuff happens ;)

- Link: Home Is Whenever I'm With You - autumnl3av3s

Happy Birthday! Why Are You Crying? - autumnl3av3s

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing

- Chapters: 3/3 (Word Count: 6k)

- Main Ships: Nicholas Close-Foster/Lark Oak-Garcia

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: part 3 of the telepathy nark au / Get The Fuck Out Of My Head, where it's Nicky's birthday and he has a bad time!!

- Link: Happy Birthday! Why Are You Crying? - autumnl3av3s

I Say Your Name, In Hopes You'll Hear It In The Stars

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 1k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Veronica Stampler/Terry Jr. Stampler

- Archive Warnings: Major Character Death

- Desc: In another universe where Scary doesn't get to see Terry in hell again, she goes home to her Mom alone.

- Link: I Say Your Name, In Hopes You'll Hear It In the Stars - autumnl3aves

The World Rots At Our Finger Tips, We Are Not Safe

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Discontinued

- Chapters: 3/3 (Word Count: 8k)

- Main Ships: Glenn Close/Henry Oak/Darryl Wilson

- Minor Ships: Henry Oak/Mercedes Oak-Garcia, Glenn Close/Morgan Freeman, Darryl Wilson/Carol Wilson, Ron Stampler/Samantha Stampler

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: an apocalyptic take on what happened between s1 and s2, plus some polydads for fun weeee

- Link: The World Rots At Our Finger Tips We Are Not Safe - autumnl3av3s

And We're Not Out Of The Tunnel, I Bet You Though There's An End

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 8k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Henry Oak-Garcoa/Mercedes Oak-Garcia, Rebecca Swallows/Sparrow Oak-Garcia

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Lark wakes up sick one morning, Henry is left to take care of a teenage boy who wants nothing to do with him and won't let himself be helped... hurt and comfort ensues

- Link: And We're Not Out Of The Tunnel, I Bet You Though There's An End - autumnl3av3s

Put Down Your Guns, The War Is Over

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 3k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: post-s2 epilogue, Lark and Normal have a conversation

- Link: Put Down Your Guns, The War Is Over - autumnl3av3s

Our Own Lives - I Won't Ever Stop Hating You

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 2/?

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Jodie Foster/Scam Likely, Carol Wilson/Darryl Wilson

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: the fifth part of the Jodie is Glenn's older brother au, (as well as no faerun) a multichapter update with a jodie pov + some scamster on the side!

- Link: Our Own Lives - autumnl3av3s

Good Luck, Babe!

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 2/?

- Main Ships: Sparrow Oak-Garcia/Nicholas Close-Foster

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: after a wild misunderstanding, and a few secrets falling loose, Sparrow decides that Nicky deserves to go on a real date for once,

aka: sapphic ace-spec lovesong because i'm sooo freakishly self indulgent,

- Link: Good Luck, Babe! - autumnl3av3s

See, I've Come To Burn Your Kingdom Down - That's The Last Song You'll Ever Sing

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 4/4 (Word Count: 15k)

- Main Ships: Sparrow Oak-Garcia/Rebecca Swallows

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: a canon divergent au where Lark opens the obsidian door and joins Willy. Seven years later, Lark's missing, and time has taken it's toll on Sparrow, his love for his brother practically nonexistent. Sparrow's able to cope with this until Lark makes contact for the first time since he released Willy.

Aka: a preteen Lark gets fucking Scary Marlowe-ed

- Link: See, I've Come To Burn Your Kingdom Down - autumnl3av3s

We All Have A Hunger - That's The Last Song You'll Ever Sing

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 2/?

- Main Ships: Sparrow Oak-Garcia/Rebecca Swallows

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: The Sequel to a Lark releases Willy as a preteen Au featuring a shit ton of oak twins angst and Willy being a manipulative piece of shit

aka: Lark continues to get fkin Scary Marlowe-ed (it gets worse)

- Link: We All Have A Hunger - autumnl3av3s

Sweet Tooth

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1, (Word Count: 2k)

- Main Ships: Hermie Unworthy/Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Normal doesn't show up to school so Hermie goes looking for him

- Link: Sweet Tooth - autumnl3av3s

There When You Need Us

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 7k)

- Main Ships: Henry Oak-Garcia/Darryl Wilson/Glenn Close,

- Minor Ships: Henry Oak-Garcia/Mercedes Oak-Garcia

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc:Henry doesn't like his birthday because of the bad memories and feelings it brings up...luckily for him his lovers are there for him

aka: my birthday post for henry since today is the 23rd! happy birthday to that fictional hippy man!

- Link: There When You Need Us - autumnl3av3s

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[commonpigeon]

for the character ask: house md.

First impression

- bastard man. Bastard man with a weak chin

impression now

- bastard man who is definitely bisexual and has many problems. He's an awful person but i would love to be his (bad) therapist and twist the knife a little

fav moment

- um i like this one scene where he reads a garfield comic and makes fun of it lol which is such a random one liner to remember. i also do actually love it when he fakes his death to spend the remainder of wilsons limited days with him its a fucking crazy move on his part

idea for a story

- i would looooove to write an insane and doomed throuple moment between house wilson and cameron. wilson and cameron both love him in completely different ways and it would be an absolute fucking disaster because cameron wants to make house better whereas wilson pretends that's what he wants but he really is houses enabler

unpopular opinion

- umm. I suppose that he's a worse person than the show seems to want to acknowledge like Cameron is like youre not a misogynist house... but he definitely is like he treats women like sex objects and w zero respect

favourite relationship

- WILSOOOOON they're so fucking bizarre i feel like they should've fucked even if they were straight because who was ever going to come close to what they mean to one another. also cuddy and house are fun but cuddy is sooo out of his league to an unbelievable extent

favourite headcanon

- he slept with men in college and then stopped when he met wilson because every time he slept with a man he had to acknowledge to himself that he was into wilson

[studiousbotanist]

jace 1-10. And 21

WOOHOO!!! ty naomh :) time to begin the questioning, answers under da readmore

WOW the formatting has gotten so annoying for posts . BUT

1, Do they have any crafting hobbies? Yes ! he's into whittling, it's an easy stim to do all you need is a pocket knife w a decent edge. He's thought of trying to do bigger projects than making little shapes, but has never gotten around to it. He's tried knitting with his sister but he's never gotten very far (and usually his stuff is pretty lopsided.) he loves woodworking also but since moving in with jenna there isn't enough space for it (or rather, thats his excuse . makes him think too much of their parents.)

2 Do they wear perfume/cologne? If so what scents do they prefer? sometimes! i won't lie to you, if he doesn't need to go anywhere or is just hanging out at home he usually forgets deodorant even . doesn't think about it LOL . but he likes the bath and body works sprays, goes for the fall themed scents like apple crisp . likes amber currant focused ones ! 3 Do they enjoy cooking?

not a single bit . enjoys food well enough but hates taking the time to prepare anything, so if he doesn't get food w friends or get roped into making something w his sister then he'll eat chips (EDIT: FORGOT ABOUT HIS LUST FOR GRILLED CHEESE . the only thing he likes to make or will .) 4 Do they enjoy baking?

this is definitely contradicted, but Jace is pretty contradicting but he likes making bread and cookies . in his mind, cooking and baking are very, very different . if given the opportunity he would definitely love to make something for wally and oscar !! and in the absence of hanging out with rose, he's definitely missing it 5 Do they have any tattoos? If so what are they and do they have any special meaning

(looks up his page to make sure i dont forget details) He has light grey barbed wire tattoos over his top surgery scars (anchor style) . you can still kind of see the scarring but not as much . He also has a pink hibiscus tattoo on the right side, front of his neck, if you were facing him it would be the left side of it ! also has a cluster of three green hyacinths on his left inner wrist, with dark green vines going from the bottom of his palm to the start of his inner elbow . he also has a terrible stick n poke garfield tattoo on his left outer thigh . ive waffled on whether it'd be an unnamed friend who gave it to him, or rose, but it hink its funnier if rose did it :)c theres also one i dont have on his sheet, because it wouldn't show up in the campaign and i can dm you it ... :)c 6 If they were badly injured, and for whatever reason couldn’t go to a hospital, who would they go to for help?

pre-campaign, he would go to his sister, otherwise contact rose or try to take care of it himself . during campaign he would reach out to wally first thing !! 7 Do they have any unusual fears?

going off the cuff rn cause ive BEEN considering what he would have, a fear of bugs is pretty common . but i'll certainly say he gets very nervous around bananas . one time when he was a kid he was looking thru them for his dad while going shopping and there was a bunch of bugs underneath a very neglected bunch . and well, he can't stomach them anymore and is always Very Sure one would just burst open full of bugs !!!! also open flames (campfires are ehhh . candles are okay) no good reason LOL . 8 Do they collect anything? If so what and why?

bottlecaps . likes to try a lot of different local beverages esp in glass bottles for this reason, he has a corkboard with a bunch of different ones organized by color hung in his room ! likes to see the unique designs people come up with . also novelty shot glasses , rose got him a couple touristy ones on a trip out of town, and makes it a point to get him any cool ones that catch his eye . 9 When they’re sick what do they do to feel better?

get under as many blankets as possible and play anything by simon & garfunkel . THE MORE WEIGHT THE BETTER !!!!!!!! and ghost energy drinks . 10 Do they have any regrets?

not standing up for jenna more, growing up . Its ABSOLUTELY one of those "you were a kid what could you do!" kind of deals but he still carries it on his shoulder . Wishes he paid more attention in math class, definitely skated out of there by the skin of his teeth and for some reason when he lies awake at night he thinks some things would be better if he could do algebra without a calculator . not being more honest about his feelings . 21 What is more important to them, friends or family? oooooooo . this is a doozy . its SO damn circumstantial !!! stuck on this . stuckstuckstuck . my heart says he would say friends are . don't get me wrong, his sister means the world to him . and his cousin, despite how they butt heads, is too . but there are some friends who are irreplaceable . so, friends . definitely .

THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTIONS !!!!!!!!!! i'm copying all this down and putting it in his folder so i dont forget what ive said .

[static-electric-dreams]

Made some more bad emojis, except these are KITTIES!  

actually not as ugly as i’d have liked  but i’m still pretty pleased with them

(transparent)

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Alex (Adam's brother): You tall akot about liking dick on tumblr

Adam: i mean. They're mainly shitposts but I do also like dudes

Adam: I'm bisetnsual

Adam: Bidecual

Alex: Take your time

Adam: Busrxual

Adam: Holes

HOO BOY

✨Random Quotes From The Fam✨

Mary: This text conversation is related to a DoorDash order.

Hey they all out of lesayna

lasanya

Laysanya

The shit Garfield eat

.

*pic attached to the dm*

Adam: this is halaraois

Halous

Houlus

Big laugh

.

Mewtwo: bro i have depresi

Depresia

Depressuon

Sepresson

Deprresiom

The Big Sad

.

Teen Aliza, still learning things: I'm a lesbiab

Lesbiam

Less Bien

Girls

.

Mew: Can i ask what's it like being transgender?

I'm legit couiours and I mean no harm in asking questions

Couiours

Courious

The thing gorge the monkey was

.

Teen Aliza: During teaching today I was petting my cat and my co-teacher announced it and asked to see the cat. Then no fewer than 60% of the students reached down and pulled THEIR cats up into view of the cameras and suddenly my Zoom squares were all cats and everything was perfect.

.

Celeste, thinking that a joke will defeat MEMORY: hey MEMORY, do you know Candice-?

MEMORY: I CARE NOT FOR YOUR GEN Z SLANG, FOR THE TREE BRANCH IS WHERE YOUR MOTHER HANGS!

*CUE THE VINE BOOM, CELESTE'S MOM CANONICALLY HUNG HERSELF*

*...*

*Too Slow D-sides instrumental*

MEMORY: HA-

.

(@pikafaawork thank you for that comic XD)

Adam: so tell me bro, tits or ass?

Mewtwo: arms! I need a hug!

*they hug, wholesome moment*

*…*

*wait-*

Adam: so you're grabbing my ass now.

Mewtwo: yeah-

Adam: does it make you feel better?

Mewtwo: yeah.

Adam, patting mewtwo on the back: glad it does, bro, glad it does...

.

Mary: KSJDHDSDJK

Mewtwo: what was that?

Mary: it's a keysmash.

Mewtwo: ... How do i do that?

Mary: just press anything lol.

Mewtwo: ...

Mewtwo: 7

.

[Celeste asked mewtwo to go to an abandoned building to have a little happy time in peace and quiet, mewtwo's response is obvious~]

MEMORY: BOI IT'S ME BOI, IT'S THE PS5 SPEAKING TO YOU INSIDE YOUR BRAIN.

MEMORY LISTEN TO ME, BOI, LEAVE THE GIRL, WE DON'T NEED HER.

MEMORY: WE'LL HAVE COWBOY TIMES, SPACE, FREE WILL IS AN ILLUSIO-

(wheeze-)

.

CL4RA: welcome to Mcdonald's, do you want a fucking- beeschurger?

Crypt: please... I just want to see my friends...

CL4RA: chinken nunget.

.

MEMORY: 🎶 heeeeeeyyyyy, it's meeeeeeeeeeee!🎶

Adam: *wheezing*

Mewtwo: STOP!

(source: Snapcube Dub of a Sonic game, Youtube)

.

[when you and your new friend refuse to sleep]

Adam: yo

Mew: -~-?

Adam: snrk- peepee la poop- wheeze-

Mew: *dial-up sound*

Mew: * O M E G A L U L *

Mewtwo: HEY SHUT UP, YOU'RE GONNA WAKE UP MOM-

Mew: HAHAHA- *PILLOW HEADSHOT*

Celeste: *bout to GET SOMEONE*

Mewtwo: *sleepin'*

Adam: o^o *sleep..?*

Celeste: *she here now, you're dead*

Adam: WAIT I'M ASLEEP-

*gottem*

.

Mewtwo, after quote number 11: we're getting a new member today!

Adam: is it legal?

Mary: adopted?

Mew: new or used?

Mewtwo: wonderful responses, all of you.

Celeste: -^-💢

.

Adam: are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Mewtwo: a spoon? Please, i'm a knife.

Mew: he's the big spoon.

.

(here we go!)

Mary: can we get the next guest please?

Mary: uhhh hello sir, welcome to Starbucks, what can i get for you?

MEMORY: UH YEAH CAN I HAVE A- FUCKIN-

Adam: pff-

MEMORY: UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMM

MEMORY: BÖRGER?

*the entire staff just lose their shit*

Mary: sir we don't sell burgers here.

MEMORY: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T SELLKRKFJH-

Mewtwo: wheeze-

Mary: we don't sell burgers here, we have pan1nis and other-

Mewtwo: OH MY CARDIAC ARREST-

*wut*

MEMORY: DO YOU THINK I KNOW WHAT A PANINI IS.

Mewtwo: W H E E Z E

*unintelligible*

MEMORY: JUST GIMME THE BURGER, EXTRA CHEESE.

Mary: no- sir we don't sell burgers, extra cheese, we only have paninis-

MEMORY: YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I NEED THIS-

Mary: no- sir i'm gonna have to ask you to leave and i know you don't want me to.

MEMORY: WHY ARE YOU SUPPRESSING FOOD FROM THE PUBLICCCCCCCC

*unhinged laughter*

Crypt: what the hell did i walk into?

[lil-goat-is-watching]

Dang, working on da hood and cloak took far too long actually-

Does anyone miss when Clumby was believed to be a Grumpinati Member? Yee, me too TwT But hey, it’s always fun to draw it again every once and a while hehe! Maybe the Grumpinati DOES exist! Either that or Wiggle is right; Snorpy has watched far too many movies-

Now we know she aint dat much of a bad guy- Still gotta love Garfield Grumpus regardless tho -w-

The sacrificial knife looks a bit like a mini-sword I know-

[a-storm-of-roses]

October Fic Day 23: Orange

Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard

Rating: G

Words: 1097

Summary: Interior decorating disagreements, Rodney's citrus allergy, and a massive coffee mug. John just wants to know Rodney's favorite color.

A/N: Running a bit behind here!

Read on AO3 or below!

John doesn’t notice until they move into their first Earth house together, when they finally combine the scraps of the lives they abandoned over a decade before.

Rodney has an unsurprising amount of boxes - he didn’t give up his Colorado Springs apartment until well into their third year, and John had only seen it once, but he’d been struck by just how much of a pack rat Rodney was, the pure amount of stuff he had. Bits of electronics and books and comics and a small collection of lego models that made John feel tender in a way he couldn’t account for at the time.

But it’s been over half a decade of them, and John’s past feeling tender, and on to the part of the relationship where he just feels quiet exasperation, every time he has to shift the Millenium Falcon, just to dust the bookcase.

For his own part, John has just a few boxes, most of which he donates immediately. He’d shoved them into storage after the divorce, had left them alone for nearly twenty years. He salvages a few family heirlooms - his grandfather’s pocket knife, pictures of his mother, his childhood teddy bear. Everything else goes.

So the house is mostly Rodney’s junk, some useful, some not, and the new things they gather, the consumerist evidence of life they are building together. They pick out dishes and duvets and a sofa, and for two men without a lick of style or taste, they seem to argue quite a bit over the selection. The resulting compromise leaves them with a house furnished in dark blues and greys, but they never discuss the way this particular color palette is both home and not.

Still, against the muted, modern style of the house, some things become noticeable.

There’s the bright, pumpkin-colored blanket, a bit ratty, but still soft, that Rodney finally stows in the back of their car, just in case of emergencies.

Rodney’s preferred coffee mug, massive, and a hideous orange so bright that it reminds John of cheetos. It holds nearly as much liquid as two of their other, normal-sized mugs, and Rodney swears by it, reaches for it first thing every morning as the coffee drips down into the carafe.

Rodney has a truly appalling collection of graphic tees, most of which never made it to Atlantis, so John doesn’t think much of the soft, Garfield shirt he sometimes wears to work in the garage. He doesn’t question the carrot-patterned boxers either.

There’s the mango-colored shot glasses, and the desk-lamp that seems to shimmer like a goldfish. And of course, Rodney’s highlighter-orange fleece that John does still feel tender towards.

But it isn’t until months in, when John is unpacking a box labelled “winter”, when he pulls out a bright orange, knitted scarf, that it hits.

“Huh,” he says.

“What? Did you find the ice scraper? I know I had one, unless maybe I left it in my old Honda?” Rodney’s digging through another bag, one that he swears was his ‘car stuff’, tossing out an old charging cable and a map of Iowa.

“Is your favorite color orange?” John asks, holding the scarf up, eyeing it skeptically, as if the bright color might somehow taint his black turtleneck.

“What? Of course not, why would you think that? Do adults even have favorite colors?”

John shrugs, and notices orange fuzz clinging to his sleeves. He sighs and wonders if there might be a lint roller in the ‘car stuff’ bag.

“Some people do. And you do own an awful lot of orange stuff.” He winces, as he tries in vain to brush the fluff off of his arm.

“What- just because of that scarf? Jeannie knitted that for me, ages ago. She took a class in high school.” It’s still an awfully ugly scarf, but John eyes it a little less hatefully, folds it up and adds it to the closet

“The scarf, the mug, the blanket, that lamp. Hell, the orange fleece you still wear everywhere!”

“Oh! Well, yes, I could see where you might have gotten that impression. It’s, sort of a joke, I guess?” Rodney winces. He doesn’t sound like he finds it funny, more like he’s learned to live with it.

“A joke?”

“Well, Jeannie used to get me orange things, as sort of an inside joke. You know, cause I can’t have oranges? That scarf, a travel mug I used to bring everywhere, just little stuff like that.”

“Right…”

“Well, other people saw, you know, other students, colleagues, lab assistants, people who never really knew what to get me for birthdays or holidays, and in their limited imagination, they all just started buying me orange things. I tossed most of it,” Rodney shrugs. “You should have seen the truly garish laptop case I got one year. But I kept the stuff that was useful.”

“That Garfield shirt?” John asks, and Rodney barks out a laugh.

“It is pretty comfortable. Besides, it doesn’t hurt to have a shirt you can cover in oil stains.”

Rodney turns back to the bag, and, a minute later, emerges victorious, brandishing not one, but two ice scrapers.

As they bundle up, head out to defrost and de-ice the car, John pauses to ask, “So what is your favorite color then? Seems like something I should know.”

Rodney fumbles with the laces on his boots, tugs on a glove. “What is this, the first day of kindergarten? I don’t have one.”

“Let’s say you have to choose a mug. And it comes in every color you can imagine. The mugs are all the same, just the color is different. What color do you choose?”

“Oh, I suppose that makes your favorite color black, then?” Rodney asks sarcastically.

“It’s blue, actually,” John replies, his eyes meeting Rodney’s.

Rodney smiles soppily, and shakes his head, grins self-deprecatingly.

“Green, I guess.” Rodney replies after a while, and really he should have expected it, but John’s heart flips a little. It surprises him, but Rodney still makes his heart flip, even after all this time.

Later, with a thoroughly de-iced car, they head to the store. As Rodney compares the merits of various trail mixes, John heads to the homewares. He finds the biggest mug they have, and selects it in a dark, forested green. Later at home, he’ll swap it out with the orange mug, relegate that to the garage, maybe fill it with the loose washers he seems to find everywhere.

He adds a matching blue mug to the cart as well, just for good measure.

[residentevildash-moved]

if you could make a doll or plush of any character who would it be and what would you imagine it to be like ideally

oh good question....well first of all i need a perfectly huggable garfield plush that's very important to me. but what is less likely to exist is a fully articulated chris redfield doll that looks like how i imagine him and he comes w different outfits (get really stoned eat wet cement shirt, cargo shorts, etc) and accessories like a blunt and a fishing rod and an eagle to perch on his shoulder and i would bring him everywhere with me and take pictures pretending he's doing stuff and also he comes with a full sized swiss army knife

[the-literata-letters]

reading list - 600: technology

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☐  601: PETROSKI, Henry – An Engineer's Alphabet ☐  608: de VRIES, Leonard – Victorian Inventions ☐  609: GREEN, Mike – The Nearly Men ☐  610: REILLY, Brendan – One Doctor ☐  611: ROACH, Mary – Stiff ☐  612: GODFREY-SMITH, Peter – Other Minds ☐  613: BOURBEAU, Andre-Francois – Wilderness Secrets Revealed ☐  614: JOHNSON, Steven – The Ghost Map ☐  615: BROCK, Pope – Charlatan ☐  616: STYRON, William – Darkness Visibile ☐  616: VAN der KOLK, Bessel A. – The Body Keeps the Score ☐  617: GAWANDE, Atul – Complications ☐  617: MOORE, Wendy – The Knife Man ☐  618: MICHAELS, Paula – Lamaze ☐  622: REECE, Erik – Lost Mountain ☐  623: RHODES, Richard – The Making of the Atomic Bomb ☐  623: SWINFIELD, John – Airship ☐  624: McCULLOUGH, David – The Great Bridge ☐  624: PETROSKI, Henry – Engineers of Dreams ☐  629: DUFTY, David – How to Build an Android ☐  629: WOLFE, Tom – The Right Stuff ☐  636: BELOZERSKAYA, Marina – The Medici Giraffe ☐  637: TUNICK, Michael – The Science of Cheese ☐  638: BISHOP, Holley – Robbing the Bees ☐  641: STEINGARTEN, Jeffrey – The Man Who Ate Everything ☐  643: BRYSON, Bill – At Home ☐  646: KAPLAN, Michael – The Best Time to Do Everything ☐  647: SARLOT, Raymond & BASTEN, Fred – Life at the Marmont ☐  653: GREGG, John Robert – Gregg Shorthand Manual Simplified ☐  657: KING, Thomas A. – More Than a Numbers Game ☐  658: UNDERHILL, Paco – Why We Buy ☐  659: TUNGATE, Mark – Adland ☐  660: HUBBELL, Sue – Shrinking the Cat ☐  663: DONOVAN, Tristan – Fizz ☐  664: LÓPEZ-ALT, J. Kenji – The Food Lab ☐  666: McFARLANE, Alan & MARTIN, Gerry – Glass ☐  667: GARFIELD, Simon – Mauve ☐  669: WHORTON, James – The Arsenic Century ☐  674: PETROSKI, Henry – The Pencil ☐  676: HUNTER, Dard – Papermaking ☐  677: HART-DAVIS, Adam – String ☐  679: JEFFERS, H. Paul & GORDON, Kevin – The Good Cigar ☐  684: ABRAM, Norm – Measure Twice, Cut Once ☐  687: SULLIVAN, James – Jeans ☐  688: BENDER, Jonathan – LEGO ☐  690: WEARNE, Phillip – Collapse ☐  696: CARTER, W. Hodding – Flushed

[juniebjoneswrites]

Bring Me Home // Harry Styles

Are We Out Of The Woods? (5)

Next chapter is 90% Harry, strap in!

t/w: remembrance of assault 

/the past/

“This is in everyone's best interest. It will help Elijah and his family to have the best outcome for any of you to come forward with information of his whereabouts,” a detective tells the five of us, they think he’s a runaway. “We know you six were close so odds are at least one of you knows something.”

We’re all sitting around Sam’s room waiting for someone to talk. I know if I speak a single word my secrets will spill from me like a knife wound. I cannot afford the blood loss no matter how great and valid the retribution. I am scared. I pace the room with my hands in my pocket. How does the prey become the shark? Or how do you make the shark afraid? All I have on my hands are questions in blood and I can feel Eli sinking into me whispering more. I can’t shake his presence or chill. “I’m sorry,” I scream, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” But my mind is only ever as loud or violent as a echoed whisper.

I don’t know when they all decided to leave but my sister pulls me from the floor I’ve found my way to and out to her car. I still say nothing. She pins me against the passenger door. “What’s going on?” she whispers harshly. I whimper and shake my head. “You were acting like a fucking lobotomy patient in there, June,” she’s pleading. “What is going on?”

My strings are unraveling and I can’t hold on for long. I need a foothold but all I can find are fault lines. I want the earth to split open, the Devil himself to wrap his red, scalding fingers around my ankle and drag me down so I don’t have to live with this. I reach for the door handle and attempt to pull it open. Tears are coming down so heavily that if I don’t get into this car now she will have to put me in like a child. I glance at his house. The house that chose him and he quickly learned to choose back. I see the days there with our bikes in his yard that turned into days where our cars littered his driveway. I saw my childhood intertwined with his and the secret time capsule we buried in the backyard with our keepsakes. We still haven’t dug it up. I see my first kiss and my first crush. I see Josie knocking on his door and politely asking for me only to then drag me out for being late for curfew. I see secrets and promises and love. But I no longer see him.

I watched us grow and change in that house. We’re eight years after that winter day and I can still feel his hands on me. They’re different now, rough and calloused from his guitar. I feel him watching me with his eyes like the ground from our mother earth, he gave me life. I feel him around me even now, in the wind and sun. I feel him in my sisters hands, hard on my shoulders. I feel him in my chest threatening to break free and tell her everything. I am sobbing. “Quiet,” I beg him in my mind. “Quiet. Please, please.” The ground is cool and is the first thing I register. There are pebbles pushing into my skin and I can only be thankful that they’re only things threatening it now. The sound around me is high pitched and far away. I think I can hear my sister crying for me to respond but I can’t make my body move to her. “I’m trying,” I try to say. I don’t think I’m talking but there’s another voice that carries with hers. Before I can make it out everything goes black.

I wake up in my bed, I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep. My fathers snoring on a chair he brought in from the living room in the hazy evening sun. I roll over and my body feels like it took the impact of an asteroid. I try to sit up but a wave of dizziness washes over me so I lay back down. When I wake up again it's the middle of the night. I roll into the warmth next to me and find my sister's body; curling into her, she wraps her arm around me.

“Don’t do that to me again,” She whispers exhaustedly.

“I’m sorry. What happened?" “The doctors said it was from stress. You hit your head too,”

I feel my head where it hurts and it stings to the touch. I suck in a breath. Great. When I sleep again I’m being chased through the woods.

I’m running through throngs of people, and past places I’ve never been. Am I being chased? I can’t tell. But it feels like it and it feels like he's gaining. I run harder. My lungs have never felt like this. It’s like being sliced with razors and pebbles bouncing off the walls. It feels like lava disintegrating my insides. I keep running. House, house, house, house, apartments, apartments, corner store, laundromat, run down law office, pizza shop, apartments, apartments. I do not know these places. How long have I been running? I don’t know. The more my body aches to stop, the more I feel him behind me. I run harder. Runners? Wave. Have an alibi. Don’t go missing. Don’t go alone. Don’t go into the woods. Don’t go on any paths. Stay in sight. Stay alive. Run on near the coast. Find Eli.

I run like this for hours and at a certain point my mind goes blank. The only thing I feel is the heat inside. Almost tripping on an uneven sidewalk, I slow and walk over to the pier to look at the ocean. Where are you? I sit on a bench and try to steady my breath. The warm morning air buzzes as the pier comes to life. I close my eyes and listen to the sounds like a heartbeat, letting the warm sun lull me. I can almost find peace here. The pain in my body eliviates as I sink into the bench. I hear young children laughing, busy streets, the pier workers setting up their shops, people walking by on early morning business calls. Someone drops something, I imagine it’s coffee, or maybe tea. I hear them grumble. I almost want to offer to trade them their troubles. I’d like to be upset over spilled milk.

I hear seagulls cawing. Opening my eyes I watch them dip and dive in an intricate dance of fish breakfasts and stolen bagels. They are chaos in the making and I want nothing more than to see one succeed. They’re bullies, the ostriches of the skies. One lands on the arm rest opposite me and stares. “I have nothing,” I say, showing my hands. It squawks and flies away, getting lost in the mess of them. A child screams alone in front of a local bakery. I look over to find her parents and see no one. As I start towards the crosswalk for the girl a man and woman step from the bakery looking panicked. I freeze instantly. The mom gives the father her purchase and scoops the child up, thankful she didn’t get far. The man puts the food in the stroller and scans the street to cross. His gaze is on me for what feels like an eternity but I’m sure it was only a fraction of a second. If he recognizes me as they pass, he shows no sign of it, nor does his wife.

A slamming car door brings me back to and I cross the road to get as far away as I can. A runner waves on the opposite side when I make it across. I stare at him for recognition but he’s wearing glasses and a cap and the distance makes it hard, but I smile and wave back. He seems friendly enough and if that man did recognize me, I would need a witness for my timeline. I run back home.

I don’t even make it through my door before my mom flings it open and pulls me into her. “Where have you been?” She’s worried. Her hair’s thrown up out of her face, sleeves rolled as if she’s going to throw hands with my captor for my safety.

“I went for a run,” “No one knew where you were,” she pulls back. “You were just gone,”

“Mom you’re the one who told me to run,” I say back in an almost laugh.

“Yes but not before the sun is even up! Do you know what time it is?” I do not know. “Just leave a note next time or take your phone with you for Christ’s sake.” I apologize and she forgives the way moms do and offers to make some breakfast while I shower.

I turn the water as hot as I can stand and then make it hotter. I wanted to burn his eyes off of me. He must not have recognized me. I think back to remember if he ever saw my face. I massage the shampoo through my hair and feel Elijah's hands running through it. The memory quickly shifts; that man is wrapping it around his hand and shoving my face into mud and leaves. I quickly rinse and open my eyes. My scalp is still sore from his assault and my fall but the long hair he had held is now gone, cut to the chin.

I did it two days after coming home in the dead of night. Quietly, washed the crusted dirt and leaves from my body and clothes as a bruise formed over my cheek where it hit a rock after I fell. Thank goodness for the power of makeup for my ability to hide my wounds. But I couldn’t hide my shaking and panic though so I faked a stomach bug and stayed in bed for three days.

Every time I try to go to the police I can hear his voice, “I will gut you,” he pushes my face into the ground. “I will kill your family,” there’s pressure against my back. The gun cocks, “No one will believe you,” and they won't. Because cops don’t kill people. He will have no repercussions. I’m crying and trying to crawl away but he just laughs and then everything goes dark. I can’t know if he saw my face after that but the forest was dark and the moon was dim. I couldn’t even see my hands in front of me so I feel secure that if he tried to know me, the earth he pressed me into would’ve at least hidden me well enough. I still feel it swirling in my mouth like a shaken snow globe of blood and dirt.

Downstairs my mom has made blueberry pancakes and I smell banana muffins in the oven. My sister sits reading at the end of the table in her favorite pink nightshirt with an old, faded Garfield on it. Classic rock buzzes softly through my ears as my mom hums along. The sun still shines through the windows in a late, hazy morning glow. I can smell the flowers on the sill outside as the bees bobble and bounce around them. My feet are cool on the wooden floor and not far from them our tabby cat lazily lays in the sun's rays, tail flicking happily. My chest rises and falls with this safety and I control my emotions enough to hug my mom from behind as she flips the eggs. She laughs lightly and I can hear her smiling. She rubs her hand over my arms and turns within my grasp to kiss my head. “I am so thankful for you,” She whispers. My breath hitches and I bury my face deeper into her. When I feel the mud threatening me I will remember this and it will bring me home, wherever I may be.

(1) / (2) / (3) / (4) / 5 / (6)

[meltedhorror]

Micke and sixten both oompa loompas ahshi turned now you join us +w+

Look, I’ve turned them bald. I’ve made Micke into Thanos, he’s been dreaming of Danny DeVito (bless), he’s become GARFIELD HIMSELF. Sixten has been Shaggy, Phil Swift with a knife, Lucas Amiibo, and much more

I think they’ve had enough fun for a while

[ijustreallylovezebras]

Courtney’s Crisis Writing Challenge

So yeah as I’m sure all of you are aware of by now I’m having a crisis

and I figured what better way to deal with an emotional crisis than to do a writing challenge and read all the wonderful thing’s y’all can write to distract myself from my ever-growing list of responsibilities

maybe i should change it to Courtney’s Procrastination and Existential Worry Writing Challenge instead

ANYWAY

This is a whole-ass mega writing challenge, going across ALL the people I’ve ever written for and all the people I lowkey want to write for/kinda have a current obsession/love for atm

I’ll give a full comprehensive list below the rules 

But yeah this is going to have an English Literature theme bc I’m a nerd like that and have been reading too many books lately, again, to distract myself

So the prompts are split into three categories - “The Heartbreakingly Beautiful”, “The Hilariously Relateable” and “Fuck I’m Drowning In Fluff”

yeah the categories are just what went through my mind when I read the things these authors wrote

The Rules

1) You don’t have to be following me but it would be nice because I’m lonely and want friends plz

2) If your piece of writing is over 500 words, please use the ‘read more’ feature

3) Reblog this post to get the word out (and tag anyone who may be interested!)

4) It’s going to be one person per prompt but if needed I can add more prompts

5) Smut is fine but please leave warnings as appropriate (THOUGH NO UNDERAGE CHARACTER SMUT THANKS)

6) On the back of that one, no inappropriate pairings pleaseeeeee

7) Also please make sure you leave appropriate warnings at the beginnings of fics if any sensitive subjects are brought up (e.g. mental health etc)

8) Ships and OC’s are welcome

9) Tag me in your writing! - on any of my blogs or all three if you’re keen whoooo

10) Use the hashtag #CourtsCrisisWC

11) If you want to enter send me an ask with the prompt you want and the pairing you’ll be writing it with - again the ask can be sent to either of my writing blogs

12) The deadline for this is 15th December (this can be extended if y’all need it)

Characters/People/Pairings

Okay so imma split this section into parts real quick

Main Blog

1) Pretty much anyone from the MCU is welcome - with the exception of Tony Stark and Clint Barton

2) Tom Holland & Harrison Osterfield and HOCO cast and the Holland boys (NOT PADDY) 

3) Any of Les Amis

4) The characters from Peaky Blinders as well

5) Poly ships (e.g. Steve x Reader x Bucky or Tom x Reader x Harrison)

Side Blog

1) Ben Hardy (+ Warren Worthington)

2) Joe Mazzello (+ Eugene Sledge, Gardner Langway, Pat Murray, Dr Tim Murphy)

3) Gwilym Lee (+ Charlie Nelson)

4) (BoRhap!)Queen members (Freddie only platonically)

5) Roger x Reader x Ben

6) Joe x Reader x Ben

7) The Hargreeves Children (older!Five only)

8) Richard Madden (+ David Budd, Robb Stark, Prince Kit)

9) Taron Egerton (+ Eggsy)

10) Rocketman!Bernie Taupin and Ray Williams

11) Smosh Members

12) Jake Gyllenhaal (+ all his various characters)

13) Chris Evans (+ Ari Levinson, Frank Adler)

Just For Funsies (i.e. current obsessions I don’t officially write for but lowkey want to)

1) Ashton Irwin

2) Calum Hood

3) Sebastian Stan (+ Chris Beck)

tbh y’all can just send me a person and I’ll let you know if I’m cool with you writing for them but judging by this list I think you can rest fairly assured that I’m going to be okay with whoever you want to write for

Prompts

The Heartbreakingly Beautiful

“I have measured out my life in coffee spoons” - The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S Eliot // the most beautiful and wonderful poem ever written don’t fight me on this // ( @writingsoftheloser w/ BLANK)

“I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is” - The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do you start missing everybody” - The Catcher In The Rye by J.D Salinger ( @takenbyheartstrings w/ Peter Parker)

“I should have made it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you” - Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë ( @bensakindofmagic w/ Ben Hardy)

"The universe is bigger than anything that can fit into your mind." - Love Letters To The Dead by Ava Dellaira ( @petersfreckles w/ Peter Parker)

“You never forget the face of the person that is your last hope” - The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins ( @tom-holland-stuff w/ BLANK)

“Hope may be the thing that pulls you forward (may be the thing that keeps you going) but that it’s painful and dangerous and risky it’s making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?” - The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness

“We can't fight another person's battle, no matter how much we want to.” - Holding Up The Universe by Jenifer Niven

“I'm sure I never used to be so sensitive. I think it is due to this nervous condition.” - The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all.” - Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

The Hilariously and Painfully Relatable

“As far as I'm concerned, I came out of the womb spouting cynicism and wishing for rain.” - Solitaire by Alice Oseman

“Real courage is when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.” - To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good." - East of Eden by John Steinbeck ( @queen-paladin w/ Joe/Eugene/Charlie/Les Amis boy)

"We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered." - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard ( @lilulo-12 w/ Bucky)

"It's just that…I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is." - The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen ( @sataninsatin w/ Detective Loki)

“It was books that made me feel that I was not completely alone” - The Night Circus by Erin Mogenstern

“Was there some kind of rule against drop kicking arseholes in the face? Probably. They always had rules against things that needed to be done” - Made You Up by Francesca Zappia

“I would challenge you to a battle of wits but I see you are unarmed” - Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare ( @icantspellanything w/ Poe Dameron)

“Some people are born with an ear for music, some people are born with a talent for drawing, some people...have a built-in radar that tells them where a comma needs to go in a sentence.” - Our Chemical Hearts by Krystal Sutherland

“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.” I Am The Messenger by Marcus Zusak

Fuck I’m Drowning In Fluff 

“You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you” - Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin ( @mavalenovaninagavi w/ Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker)

“I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything” - The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Flitzgerald ( @angiefangirlworld-2 w/ Ben Hardy)

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” - Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë ( @fichoe21 w/ Bucky)

"The curves of your lips rewrite history." - Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde ( @sarahp879 w/ Bucky)

"[BLANK] was right. [They] never looked nice. [They] looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." - Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell ( @writing-of-a-british-bitch w/ Eggsy/Warren)

“Here’s my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“Love is worth everything. Everything.” - Everything Everything by Nicola Yoon

“I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace,  against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.” - Great Expectations by Charles Dickens ( @natdoesthings w/ Jake Gyllenhaal)

“I just want you to know that you’re very special and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has” - The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chebowsky ( @d-is-for-delightfull w/ Enjolras)

“Don’t you understand? You mean more to me than anything in this whole world!” - Peter Pan by J.M Barrie

[gothamhell]

98 “Don’t act as if we’re friends. I know how much you want to slit my throat.” with whichever characters you want!

i decided to go w/ Gar and Drury, takes place a bit later in my verse!

warnings for 

The tension between the two was so thick it could be cut with a knife. It seemed that, no matter how much they tried to avoid each other, they would meet again. Some would call them a moth and the flame, but really, that description had long since lost it truth. 

“Garfield,” Drury began, his voice heavily modified by his new helmet “It’s so good to see you again--”

“Cut the bullshit, Drury,” Garfield snarled, his own voice also modified, but not nearly as much. Drury made a noise, tilting his head slighting. 

“Whatever do you mean, Firefly?”

“Don’t act as if we’re friends,” Garfield said, pointing his flamethrower in the other man’s face“I know how much you want to slit my throat.”

Drury did nothing for a few moments, before he began laughing. Garfield tilted his head slightly, almost lowering his weapon, but quickly raised it again.

“What’s so fucking funny, Walker?”

“Oh nothing, Lynns,” He said, putting as much bitterness and venom as he could into the name “I just find it amusing how you think that I’m just going to kill you like that. Oh no, you deserve much worse. I’m going to make you suffer like I did, and then kill you, Gar.”

Drury shoved himself forward, shoving Gar’s weapon upward, getting much too close for Gar’s liking.

“Then I’ll slit your throat.”

There were a couple of heartbeats where Garfield couldn’t breathe, and then, Drury backed up, spread his wings, and flew off into the night.

[dylan-hague]

Chapter 13

October 23rd, 2017. 10:43 PM.

Damian brushed the dirt from his hands after tying up the two unconscious crooks who had tried to knock over a liquor store in downtown Jump City. It was truthfully kind of relaxing dealing with so small crime her and there after the ordeals the Titans had been going through as of late. Deathstroke was not someone Damian had ever hoped to see alive again, but at the end of it, it was probably for the best that he turned up in Jump City rather than somewhere else. And because of his appearance, the Titans had all grown. Even Damian, who now bore the name Red X, felt he'd benefited from the conflict.

"Alright," he called out to Raven as he made his way up to the roof where she was waiting. "What else do we have on the scanners?"

"Actually, nothing," Raven replied, communicator in hand as she searched the entire city for any sort of alerts. "That was the last one. Looks we have a little free time."

"Ugh..." Red X rolled his eyes at the thought of it. "I hate standing around waiting for something to pop up. It's a good sign, but it's so... boring."

Raven smiled at him. "C'mon, let's go find some place to rest while we wait for someone to call us. I'm a little winded."

"Ha! Getting tired already?" Damian teased as he scooped Raven up in his arms. "How are we supposed to last the whole night, hmm?"

Raven shook her head and laughed quietly, putting her arms around Damian's neck as he carried her across the rooftops. "You're such a dork, you know that?"

Eventually, after a good ten minutes, Damian and Raven stood atop a tall apartment building, overlooking the lower east side of the city. They both sat, dangling their legs over the ledge, and Raven pulled her hood off. Damian couldn't help but gaze over at her as he pulled off his mask and set his gauntlets aside, revealing the black sleeves underneath that ran all the way up to his wrists. Her hair had grown much longer since they met, now reaching the middle of her back as opposed to being up off her shoulders like before. She hadn't gotten much taller, the two of them now being almost the same height, but he could see the signs of their time as Titans in her skin, in the form of scars. Raven had been fortunate in that she escaped most fights without any serious injuries, but occasionally she would be caught by a lucky knife, or grazed by a bullet that hit a bit too close to home. Hence Raven's body did have a few small marks here and there... unlike Damian, who's body was effectively covered in them. Being a close-combat specialist, Damian knew that just came with the territory. He just gave thanks every day that Raven didn't take that kind of damage.

He continued observing her as she sat looking out across the skyline. Her skin, aside from the scars, was smooth and pale, which Damian felt suited her. His eyes drifted to her face; by some strange miracle, her face had only one scar underneath her hair, where Garfield had knocked her through a wall when he was possessed. But aside from that, it was perfect. Her eyes were filled with a peace that made the light in her purple irises dance like beams of sunset across the water. The jewel on her forehead had long since fallen away; there was no need for it anymore anyways. Trigon was never coming back. After a moment of watching her eyes flutter across the skyline, Damian's eyes slowly drifted down to her lips...

Raven glanced over to see the enamored expression on Damian's face, and couldn't help but pause. "Damian..." she whispered, her cheeks adopting the most subtle shade of red. "W... what is it?"

Damian looked into Raven's eyes, and a soft smile appeared on his face. "You're beautiful," he said, his voice quiet but clear. "You're so beautiful..."

Raven's face grew redder, and she turned away. "I..."

Damian slid closer, placing his hand on top of hers. "Raven... I know you can feel me. You know my heart better than I do..." He paused, his eyes drifting down to their hands, as he ran his fingers down her arm. "And you know that... that I..."

Raven turned back to him, the purple clouds in her irises swirling with life. She knew exactly what was coming next. Her heart began to flutter, from fear but also from anticipation.

Damian looked deep into Raven's eyes and took a deep breath.

"... You know that I love you."

In that moment, everything seemed to freeze. Raven knew exactly what he was going to say. But if you'd given her a year, it wouldn't have been enough time to ready herself to hear it. When the words finally came out, Raven's emotions got the better of her. She threw herself into Damian's arms, catching him off-guard and sending them both plummeting from the rooftop. They were in free fall for a half-second before Raven caught the both of them. There they hung in the air over Jump City, arms wrapped tightly around each other, surrounded in a brilliant amethyst light.

"Damian..." Raven's voice was unsteady, tears streaming down her face. "Damian, I love you."

Damian pulled Raven in as close as he could, feeling her magic surrounding the both of them. This was it, he thought. His whole life had been leading up to this very moment. Everything he'd ever done was planned out by some force on high-- God, Azar, who can say-- to bring him right here into this girl's arms. Here in this moment, he was exactly where he belonged.

Damian looked into Raven's eyes, now practically glowing with feeling, and slowly drew closer. Raven felt Damian's heart beat even faster, and knew what was about to happen. The two of them pulled each other closer than ever, arms around one another as if promising to hold on forever, and closed their eyes, inches away from the moment...

A sudden beeping from the communicator on Raven's belt brought them to a halt.

After a brief second of complete stillness, Damian turned his head, nestling his cheek gently into Raven's neck, and let out a drawn-out groan. It was going to be perfect... Raven shook her head and laughed, rubbing Damian's back comfortingly. Quickly they floated back to the rooftop they'd fallen from, and Raven answered her communicator as Damian pulled his gauntlets back on.

"Raven here," the mage girl said, still beaming. "Go ahead, Jon."

"Y'all, we got a big one!" Superboy shouted excitedly from the other end of the com, his accent slipping through for a brief second. "Some punk on a motorcycle, buncha tattoos and crap, tried to rob the back uptown! C'mon!!"

"Oh, we'll be RIGHT there, Jonno!" Damian yelled over his shoulder as he put on his mask, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Raven couldn't help but let out a small giggle before nodding and hanging up. She walked over to Red X, who was at the moment running his hands rather roughly through his hair, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"It's okay, Damian." Raven rested her head on the boy's shoulder from behind him. "Next time it'll be perfect, promise." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and he suddenly stood up straight. She smiled, her cheeks still glowing red, and moved toward the edge of the building facing uptown. But just as she went to fly off to find the other Titans, a black-and-grey blur tore past her as Damian leapt from the rooftop, his cape expanding into a wing-like shape allowing him to glide off towards uptown.

Raven just smiled and followed close behind her Damian. Next time, it would be perfect, she thought, because he made it perfect.