#length: novel length

[regulusficrecs]

L'Astre Noir by Calypte

Words: 39,880 (and counting)

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Peter Pettigrew/James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier, lots of good gen as for Regulus (none of which have been romantic so far)

What's inside: BAMF Regulus, Trans Regulus, Autistic Regulus, Seer Regulus, Animagus Regulus, Regulus Lives, Horcrux Hunting, Sirius and Regulus Both Run Away, Suicide Attempt, PTSD, Magical Theory, Non-Canon Complaint, lots of feelings and magic explained

Author's Summary:

"Sirius Black was six years old when his baby sibling was born. From the moment of their birth, Sirius swore to himself to always look out for them. By the time they're both adults, he might have lapsed in that protection briefly, but he fully intends to resume honoring it now.

Regulus Black doesn't care very much for being protected. If anything, his meddlesome older brother makes accomplishing what he has to do all that much harder, because Sirius actively tries to keep him 'safe', and safe is a rather difficult place from which to achieve much.

Or: A very non-canon compliant horcrux hunt, developing a system of magic, and focusing on the Black brothers."

[elfboypussy]

someone please tell them theres other rooms at this inn

[azu1as]

once again thinking about sqq unintenionally becoming a harem master in the eyes of can qiong and civilians.

it starts off with him saving one of binghe's future wives because ! she was one of the more interesting wives !! with powers that ariplane retconned in later chapters for no reason !!!!!!

"What a sweet girl," Shen Qingqiu murmurs as he opened the thank you package delivered to him because she wanted to thank the immortal master for saving her from a beast that in PIDW had traumatized her into becoming a recluse.

Shen Qingqiu hums as he touches the new hand-painted fan. Sweat begins beading on his neck at the murderous glare his white lotus Binghe was directing at the object in his hands.

This master is sorry, Binghe, but this fan is too precious to throw!

Shen Qingqiu clears his throat, "It would be good if she sends more gifts," to her future husband Binghe, of course.

That way, his sweet bun realizes that this was nothing more but a gift to her father-in-law. Aiya, why is the glare even worse?

a week later, sqq saves another wife by complete coincidence on a trip down to the village. she insists on joining him back to cang qiong and sqq gives in because of how persistent she was.

binghe breaks the plate of snacks he was holding when he bumps into them.

sqq: oh shit binghe's jealous. quick gotta send her his way and make them spend more time together

and then the lady just asks him about sqq and whether he's married single looking for someone.

and it keeps happening. sqq isn't sure either why he's meeting all these future wives. maybe the system wanted him to give his future approval? the system was being a bitch and seemed to enjoy his confusion over the way events had been continuously unfolding.

but then one of binghe's sly wives—a scammer who airplane contradictorily describes as pure-hearted at her core—comes up to him one day and tells him, "I have your baby."

And she shamelessly does it in front of the whole cang qiong delegation.

Shen Qingqiu doesn't know where or who the shrill keening sound was coming from.

[daily-prompts]

Typing a long document: yes. YES! Writing is my passion :)

Editing a long document: Pain. Hell. Death.

[loganlermanstanaccount]

Rigor Mortis (Masterlist)

Rigor Mortis; or, how to live your life after a half-decade of decay. 

Relationships end. People die. You move on, and Miguel does too. 

(roommate! Miguel O'Hara x reader, college-ish au). 

(AO3) (Main Masterlist) (Wattpad)

Warnings: angst, smut, friends with benefits, mentions of depression, child death (not explicit), grief. 18+ Minors DNI (+ ageless blogs will be blocked)

Series' playlists:

this is what i listen to whilst I write

this is the kind of playlist I imagine RM!Miguel listens to

(i am very open to suggestions/additions :D)

00 rigor mortis,

01 or in the cold, crisp morn:

02 lady death, at the cradle of a babe.

03 they were here, she says,

04 lips blue and black and gold (18+)

05 and they were good. (18+)

06 in your half-hearted hubris, (18+)

07 all-consuming grief, (18+)

08 you had forgotten; they were good.

09 all that light lost in gaps (18+)

10 between your bodies; (18+)

11 cracks in clay, poured over,

12 tbd

13 tbd

14 tbd

15 tbd

16 tbd

17 tbd

18 tbd

19 tbd

20 tbd

Join my taglists here <3

Bonus chapters:

RM! Miguel headcanons (SFW) (NSFT)

A week of firsts (set between 06 and 07)

Bonus Miguel POV chapter

Quickie

massive thank you to my beta readers, who put up with all my stupid questions, helped me with translations, and gave wonderful feedback on where I could improve.

Thank you @tianyhi and @urgonnaneedabiggership (they also write Miguel fics, I highly recommend! my favourite is this series), I couldn't have done it without you guys!

[livwritesstuff]

hazel posts a tiktok captioned "true love i think?". the tiktok is literally just hazel giggling as she tries to narrate screenshots of texts between steve and eddie over the years.

here’s some of them:

Steve: I’m going to kill you.

Eddie: ?

Steve: How hard is it to shut a cabinet door?

Eddie: 💤💤💤

Eddie: think i should tell the girls about the wolf spider i found in the basement?

Steve: YES

Steve: I need two more years of hiding shit down there at least. I can sense the fear waning.

Eddie: 👍

*three minutes later*

Steve: Wait you killed the spider though right?

Eddie: *leaves Steve on read to torture him*

Steve: ?

Steve: Ed

Steve: ???

Eddie: now i did 

Eddie: but if the ladies ask no i didn’t

Steve: wtf did you order from Amazon?

Eddie: don’t open it

Eddie: it’s for the girls

Steve: Yeah right.

Eddie: excuse me

Eddie: did you go to bed without me??

Steve: Dude I totally forgot Moe’s actual name again…

Steve: The school called asking to speak with "Lucy’s parent or guardian" and I said sorry wrong number and hung up.

Eddie: dude

Eddie: wait why’d the school call about moe

Steve: She got suspended from the basketball team.

Eddie: again?

[coff33andb00ks]

Oscar + 47 41 ⭐️

47 & 41: holding onto the other’s hand so they can’t run away / loosely holding onto each other’s hand

driver + number = drabble/short fic <3

<this took forever I'm SO sorry>

"I quite like that one."

You narrow your eyes and tip your head, propping your hands on your hips. "Oscar?"

Your boyfriend gives you a gentle smile. "Yes darling?"

Ignoring the way the pet name rolls off his tongue, making your stomach feel all mushy, you huff with annoyance. You know he's only saying it to get the impromptu shopping trip finished. "You've said that for every outfit."

He's unaffected, blinking once, smile still in place. "Yes?"

"You can't quite like all of them."

"Can't I?"

You wrinkle your nose. "No."

He blinks at you, still smiling. "Ah." Rubbing his nose, he looks you over again. Then, with the most deadpan voice, "You look like shit."

"Oscar!"

"Now what?" he groans, smile finally fading.

"I just want you to be honest," you sigh, crossing to where he's seated outside the dressing room.

"Am I ever not honest?" He looks genuinely confused and it hits you - Oscar is never anything but honest. As soon as you're close enough he's taking your hand, lightly swinging it as he looks you up and down. "You always look sensational, darling. You could wrap a curtain around yourself and still be the most beautiful woman in the room."

Again your stomach feels all mushy. Again you ignore it. "Stop being ridiculous."

He stops swinging your hand. "I'm lost," he says. "Why don't you tell me what you want me to say?"

"The truth."

Standing, he tightens his grip on your hand and guides you into a slow turn. Once you're facing him again there's a grin pulling at his lips. "You look amazing."

"Yellow makes me look sick," you sigh.

"Yellow on you reminds me of the sunflowers I got you on our first date."

"Osc..." It's practically a whine.

"I love you in everything. Because - to me, honestly - you look beautiful in everything." He's speaking softly, and when he speaks like this you have a tendency to forget where you are.

"Stop," you mumble, vaguely aware of the other people milling around the shop and he's about to make you cry. He always says the right thing - you think it's because he grew up with sisters and his mom is a gem. Gotta send her a sweet text thanking her. You start to back away but his hand tightens around yours, holding you fast. "Osc–"

"You want the truth? That I can't look at any color and not think how you'd look in it? That I'll see someone else wearing the same shirt or dress as you and wonder why it doesn't look right?" He holds your hand tightly, keeping you from getting away. "Christ. You think I'm just saying bullshit, don't you? I'm not, and I'll keep saying it until you believe me."

"Oscar, you don't–"

"You took my breath away the moment we met. I got it back, but I lose it again every time I look at you." His other hand comes up, cupping your cheek. "I don't care what you're wearing, darling."

"Oh Osc," you whisper, smiling as you fight tears. "I really do love you."

[intermundia]

asking anakin to rank his wife and his best friend on the same scale using the metric of "love" is wild like... sidious probably means for him to compare the strengths of two different kinds of love, but it can also easily be read as asking him to compare the relative amount of the same kind of love

[catastrophic-crisis]

A Game of Three Princes - FairyTime Studio | itch.io

The Belladonne family has had it rough for the last couple of years. After the patriarch of the family passes away and their wealth with him, they are forced to move to a little cottage in Morrowhill.  Fortunately, they might have the chance to gain back what was lost. At least that's what the letter in the mysterious box says.  And all they have to do is play a game.

This version released for Spooktober VN Jam is considered a beta, and the full version will have "more characters, tasks and customisation". This story takes place in the world of the upcoming game Glassheart.

[valhallaforducks]

So what if the trust between Porsche and Chay never recovers? Porsche is off living his best Mafia Wife life and pays very little attention to Chay. So Chay just stops sharing with Porsche. He stops relying on him. And Porsche just... doesn't notice. Chay and Kim get back together, but they don't say anything about it at first. They like keeping their relationship between the two of them. Chay and Kim don't change their behavior with each other around their brothers but Kim isn't into PDA so the brothers just don't notice. Khun is locked in his own world, Kinn and Porsche don't pay much attention to them. They wouldn't lie when asked, but nobody asks. They just think "Oh. The babies are friends" and never think about it again. When Chay moves in with Kim, Porsche determines the apartment is secure, but otherwise doesn't question it. The apartment is closer to Chay's school, so he just assumes Chay will be moving into a second bedroom as a roommate. Porsche never visits. Chay always comes to Porsche. The first clue Porsche gets that there is something going on with Kim and Chay is at Chay's graduation. When Chay's name is announced it's "Porchay Theerapanyakul". Porsche is baffled. He confronts Chay about it, asking why Theerapanyakul and Chay answers "I took my husband's last name". What husband? Chay reveals that he and Kim married last year in a private ceremony with a few friends and two witnesses. That he and Kim have been together for years. That he never hid it. He assumed everyone knew. Porsche asks why Chay never said anything. Chay answers "You never asked. You never seemed interested. The only conversation we've had in years has been either about you, whether or not I'm taking my guards with me, or how my classes are going. You never cared about my personal life." Porsche asks how Chay couldn't invite him to his wedding. Chay explains it was small and private because they didn't want it to leak that Wik was married. That they only invited the people who supported their relationship. That Vegas and Macau were their witnesses. That they genuinely believed that their brothers didn't care about them enough to clear their schedules and show up. Porsche asks how he could think that. Chay says "Because you haven't once in the past four years." Porsche is horrified. Kinn and Khun are horrified. They never once considered that their neglect could erode their relationships to the point that they wouldn't be invited to the wedding. They try to explain that it wasn't that they didn't care, it was because they didn't know. Chay and Kim point out that they didn't know because they didn't care. They never cared about what was going on in their lives. Porsche promises that he'll make it up to Chay, but Chay simply says "No, thank you." Kim and Chay are happy. They don't need their brothers' approval, attention or care. They have support now. They have friends. They have Vegas, Macau and Pete. It's nice to know their brothers care, but as far as a close relationship? That ship has sailed.

Porsche is devastated. He simply doesn't understand how Chay thought he didn't care about him. Chay simply points out that Porsche *didn't* care about him. Not really. He only cared that Chay was safe and that he was fulfilling Porsche's dream of going to college. That they went weeks, months without talking. That their close relationship died the night Porsche left Chay alone in their parents house with just a note. Porsche has lost Chay. Chay will still text, still visit, but he will never let Porsche in again.

[ineffable-rohese]

To anyone who writes short fic: thank you. Your ability to tell a story in under 10k or 5k or 2k words is a gift. You give us exquisite moments of joy, sorrow, beauty, pain, tension, heat, passion, comfort, and so much more. You allow us to see a moment in your world, and then let us go on in our own. What you write is wonderful.

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

zuko and sokka are the most “this started out as a joke ship that i wasn’t very serious about but somewhere along the way something went wrong and now they’re consuming my brain” ship of all time

[maximura]

[dichromaticdyke]

After the firing of Dick “Magic Ears” Knubbler, Abigail Remeltindtdrinc becomes Dethklok’s newest producer. Her unorthodox approach to her job and her stance as one of the few women in the industry worthy to work with Dethklok as an equal sets her apart and puts her on an unexpected path. With nearly no way to move past the constant media assault that comes with being associated with Dethklok, she seeks solace with Devon Amalgamedle, a bartender with a passion for death metal, flowers, and romance—and whose past is even more shrouded in mystery than Abigail’s. And as she deals with both her developing trauma and her blossoming romance, the apocalypse looms overhead, bright as a blazing star. An Abigail-focused, OC-heavy story, taking you through the untold narrative of the Record Cleaner, from her first moments as Dethklok’s producer and past her last moments with the band. See her life unfold and adapt beyond the legacy of the death metal gods.

RATING: Explicit (Mature for most chapters, Explicit chapters will be marked in the notes) WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault WORD COUNT: 100,620

ohhhh my god okay it's happening. everybody stay calm. stay fucking calm!

official fic playlist:

my abigail playlist:

my devon playlist:

my devigail playlist:

[sophitz]

oh she’s really in it now

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

How's everyone feeling out there??

Personally I've just been kind of wanting to cry.

I have some asks in the ask box that I will get to... just taking a bit of a pause to collect some thoughts and grieve my guy. This one is hitting harder than I thought, y'all. I won't even lie.