#pixie pokers

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𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝟕 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 // 【ＳＦＷ】 // 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 / 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝟑𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐫

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In a forest full of fairies and wonder, it'd come to no surprise that a sense of happiness filled the air wherever the Fairy King had gone. Gloxinia was flying through the trees, allowing his majestic wings to flutter behind him, looking for many little fairies as they hid from him.

His favorite game to play, hide and seek; Especially as he'd come across so many that were terrible at keeping quiet! They'd either just giggle to themselves or speak to one another; telling each other 'Keep quiet! He might hear us!'

"Caught you!" He'd speak as he would sneak up on them, giving them a sudden fright before putting their heads down at the idea of being found already.

"Aww man." "Boo!" "Hey lets go find the others!" They'd all speak in union before floating off.

The fairy king would cross his arms over his bare chest with a chuckle towards the fairies, watching as they'd fly off to play their own games. "Fairy king!!" Gloxinia was quick to turn to a few little pixies surrounding him with frightened and confused looks. "We felt something creeping around in the forest at the waterfall! It was a weird presence!!"

"Really?" He seemed to almost laugh it off and pat them all on the head, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." He assured before flying off through the forest. It couldn't be that bad, likely a demon. He can handle that.

Well, at the time he wasn't expecting to have met a fairy like them.

After some time, Gloxinia felt a suspicion creeping up his back. There wasn't a sign of anything strange lurking through the trees the longer he searched.

That's when he heard the smallest sounds of something moving towards the ground, walking slowly and bushes rustled. As soon as rushed to the area, it was just a fairy.

"What are you doing here?" Gloxinia asked confused but didn't get an answer from the certain fairy as they turned to him, their expression nothing he's seen before on a fairy. It was a poker face... They almost looked like they were shocked or confused by his sudden appearance. He didn't waste any time, "You haven't seen any demons or anything strange around here, right?"

"no," they spoke, their voice timid and almost on edge.

it felt like was a waste, Gloxinia didn't see anything odd going on, but there was something on his mind. This fairy, he's never seen before, didn't seem like they were much of a social person. He couldn't explain why, but they brought a sudden curiosity to him. "What's your name?" He asked, slowly levitating closer to the ground where they stood and sitting in the air with his wings fluttering behind him.

"(Y/N)." they spoke in a quiet voice.

"Well, I'm sure you already know who I am, Gloxinia, king of the fairies." He spoke, coming off with a light heartedness.

The fairy nodded their head, fiddling around with the edge of their clothes awkwardly before looking away, ".. well, I'm gonna go." They immediately turned to leave.

"How come?"

"I shouldn't be here."

Gloxinia seemed surprised by that answer, whatever did they mean? When he read their heart.. he read a sense of self guilt for being there.. All the fairies are welcomed in the forest. Before he could ask, he watched from behind, their wings made a quick and sudden flutter which made the buzzing sound similar to a bee. (Y/N)'s wings had a unique small shape, nothing he's seen before.. it was a little odd, their wings were much smaller than the average size. Often fairies, for their small size, had wings that were as large as them, this fairies wings didn't even stretch out to cover their back.

"That's a unique set of wings." He commented, pointing it out to them. They seemed to stop in their tracks, their back turned. They didn't answer at first; they didn't want to answer.

"..thanks."

"If it's fine to ask, what are you doing out here by yourself?" He levitated beside them, his arms crossed over his bare chest as he took a closer look at their face.

"..I'm walking through the forest..?" They seemed confused by his question.

"Why not just fly?"

(Y/N) seemed hurt by the question almost, looking down awkwardly as their wings made another buzzing sound of a bee for a slight moment. ".. I can't fly."

Gloxinia definitely wasn't expecting that for an answer, "what?"

"My wings are too weak to carry me no more than like three feet above the ground."

He thought about their words, pondering on it. "Is that why you're out here? By yourself?"

They were quiet, staring at the ground. "I'm an outcast compared to all those fairies. I mean, what's a fairy if they can't fly? They're just.." (Y/N) stopped their words, their hand, almost unconsciously, reached back as their fingers were touching the area where the wings sprout of their back.

Gloxinia thought about it for a moment, there didn't seem to be any sign of actual guilt or anger to signifying they were lying.. but when he read their hearts, there was sign of self hatred, insecurity and envy.. Actually, he felt a feeling of jealousy begin to grow as they stared at his own wings..

"how long have you been like this?"

"a few hundred years.. why?"

He didn't give a answer to your words, thinking for a moment. Although he couldn't help them with how they thought about the idea, but.. "why don't you join the other fairies and me? We're playing a few games."

He watched as their expression almost seemed surprised by the sudden invitation, "didn't you hear me..? I'm an outcast. I can't fly-"

"So?" He cut off their words, he had a almost disappointed look to how they were thinking but his expression still soft, tilting his head withal a little smile. "That doesn't stop you from joining in some fun." Their eyes lit up slowly, which made him smile. He watched as their eyes lit up slowly for a moment, which made him smile. It was like they suddenly got a spark of happiness, something they'd never expect.

(Y/N) didn't say anything, looking down at the ground almost pondering on what to do.

Gloxinia smiled faintly at the expression they made, that spark of happiness almost made him chuckle out loud. They seemed to be confused, and he couldn't blame them. He let them think in silence for a few seconds before speaking.

"do you think, I'll ever get the chance to feel like a real fairy?"

He laughed off their question for a moment, waving his hand in defense to show he didn't mean any offense as they looked surprised and almost offended by the way he responded.

"Well.. wings or not, you're still a fairy by blood which is enough in my book. Now, are you gonna take my hand to join me in a game of tag or I'm gonna have to drag you myself, little flower?" He spoke as he held his hand out in invitation to them again with a grin.

"so you gonna come with me or not?"

[dionysianivy]

Songs that reminds me of Dionysus ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Hello everyone🍇 This is my playlist of songs that remind me of the time I started working with Dionysus, or the songs that make me feel most connected to him. Maybe some songs don't have any Dionysian vibes, but they are important to me because they make me feel free, wild, and confident. They allow me to show my true colors and not be afraid to reveal who I really am, which is really important for my soul and for my Sag moon! >ᴗ< hope you like it♡

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1. My Blood - Twenty One Pilots | 3:49

2. This Charming Man - The Smiths | 2:42

3. Touch of My Hand - Britney Spears | 4:19

4. Electric Feel - MGMT | 3:49

5. Tarzan Boy - Baltimora | 3:50

6.  (Von Dutch Remix) - Charli XCX, Addison Rae, a.g. cook | 2:37

7. Phonography - Britney Spears | 3:33

8. Kill the Lights - Britney Spears | 3:59

9. Big in Japan - Alphaville | 4:45

10. Follow Me Down - 3OH!3 | 3:23

11. Affection - Between Friends | 3:55

12. Sadeness - Enigma | 4:15

13. My Prerogative - Britney Spears | 3:33

14. Karma Chameleon - Culture Club | 4:12

15. New Flesh - Current Joys | 2:47

16. Get Naked (I Got a Plan) - Britney Spears | 4:44

17. All I Need - The Frights | 2:54

18. Hotter than Hell - Dua Lipa | 3:07

19. Can’t Wait - Doja Cat | 3:55

20. Evil - Melanie Martinez | 4:06

21. Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears | 4:11

22. Follow Your Fire - Kodaline | 3:58

23. Hands Up - 6arelyhuman 2:14

24. Overcompensate - Twenty One Pilots | 4:16

25. Fairly Local - Twenty One Pilots | 3:27

26. Breathe on Me - Britney Spears | 3:43

27. Don’t Let Me Go - RAIGN | 3:51

28. Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye, kygo remix | 6:08

29. Little Dark Age - MGMT | 4:59

30. Metamorphosis - INTERWORLD | 2:23

31. If I Had You - Adam Lambert | 3:48

32. Break the Ice - Britney Spears | 3:16

33. Just Dance - Lady Gaga | 4:02

34. Drunk Together - Jai Waetford ft. Allday | 4:25

35. Wonderland - Natalia Kills | 3:32

36. Gimme What I Want - Miley Cyrus | 2:34

37. Night Crawling - Miley Cyrus feat. Billy Idol | 3:11

38. The Greatest - Sia | 3:33

39. National Anthem - Lana Del Rey | 3:51

40. Miami 82 (Kygo Remix) - Syn Cole | 5:42

41. Alejandro - Lady Gaga | 4:34

42. Poker Face - Lady Gaga | 3:57

43. The Business - Tiësto | 2:50

44. Brutus (Instrumental) - The Buttress | 3:13

45. I’m a Slave 4 U - Britney Spears | 3:23

46. Champagne Problems - Nick Jonas| 3:13

47. Ecstasy - SUICIDAL-IDOL | 2:00

48. Blackout Days - Phantogram | 3:47

49. Hungry Eyes - Eric Carmen | 4:10

50. What’s Love Got to Do with It - Tina Turner | 3:48

51. Touch of My Hand - Britney Spears | 4:19

52. One of Your Girls - Troye Sivan | 2:59

53. Get Back - Britney Spears | 3:46

54. In the Arms of a Stranger - Mike Posner | 3:28

55. Piece of Me - Britney Spears | 3:32

56. The Answer - Britney Spears | 3:55

57. Acknowledge Me - Doja Cat | 3:15

58. Brother Louie - Modern Talking | 3:41

59. Cheri Cheri Lady - Modern Talking | 3:45

60. At the Risk of Feeling Dumb - Between Friends | 3:25

61. Where Is My Mind? - Pixies | 3:53

62. Wildcard - Miley Cyrus | 3:14

63. Thousand Miles - Miley Cyrus | 3:51

64. Often - Doja Cat | 3:20

65. She's Like the Wind - Patrick Swayze | 3:52

66. Heavydirtysoul - Twenty One Pilots | 4:12

[dadvans]

s6 rewatch

the back half of season 6 is so underappreciated. you have: cursed pompeii bracelet, a ghost keeps calling 9-1-1 dispatch until chimney buys its house, buck dies for 3 minutes and experiences an it's a wonderful life coma dream where bobby is a pill popping manic pixie nightmare (best version of bobby only second to s5 treasure hunt bobby who has strategic treasure maps of los angeles), buck gets temporary superpowers where he can do quick math so he and eddie go scam a poker game...

like every episode is really yakkity sax shark jumping played so sincerely, and i love it. my favorite version of this show is when it's both heartfelt and also the storytelling equivalent of a scooby doo gang running from monsters musical interlude

[thesinglesjukebox]

Steve Albini

The late Steve Albini was many things: musician, engineer, longtime punk, unrepentant gadfly, eventually repentant edgelord, one-time recipe blogger, pretty good poker player, excoriating essayist, late-career Twitter personality, and general opinion-haver–but not, he insisted, a producer. (He’d probably have some specific words to aim at all the obits calling him one.) Producers, he argued, were generally charlatans, in it for the wrong reasons. They could care about music, in theory; they just didn’t have to. And Steve Albini was, perhaps above all, a person who cared.

Albini shaped a tremendous swath of the pantheon of punk and alternative rock – though he’d perhaps say that the pantheon shaped itself by itself, and he was just there to facilitate. The volume and breadth of music he facilitated was so vast we’d never be able to cover it all. So in the spirit of his lifelong egalitarianism, we present songs spanning the many decades of his career by both major artists and cult faves, critical giants and deep cuts, canonical highlights and highlights of our own musical worlds. We like to think it’s what he’d have wanted. If not, we’re sure he’d have something to say.

Read on here for our writers' blurbs on:

TA Inskeep on Big Black, “Jordan, Minnesota”

Jeff Brister on Big Black, Songs About Fucking

Harlan Talib Ockey on Pixies, “Gigantic”

Mark Sinker on Ut, “Griller” and “Griller X”

Taylor Alatorre on Superchunk, “Skip Steps 1 & 3”

Mark Sinker on Cath Carroll, “Train You’re On”

Jonathan Bradley on Jawbreaker, “Ashtray Monument”

Katherine St. Asaph on Souls, “Sonic Sorehead"

Nortey Dowouna on Oxbow, Let Me Be a Woman

Frank Falisi on Veruca Salt, Blow It Out Your Ass, It’s Veruca Salt

Alfred Soto on Bush, “Swallowed”

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann on Pansy Division, “February 17”

Ian Mathers on Low, “Laser Beam”

Rebecca Gowns on Joanna Newsom, Ys

Brad Shoup on Shellac, “Be Prepared"

Claire Biddles on The Breeders, “Bang On”

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wish - @bartylusmicrofic - words: 530

‘For the moment she had forgotten his ignorance about kisses,’ Barty reads, ‘“I thought you would want it back,” he said a little bitterly, and offered to return her the thimble.’

On Saturday nights, Barty will always read to Regulus the books he has stolen from his house. His voice is normally a little bit raspy at this stage, by the end of the day. Regulus loves to listen to it none-the-less. Ever since Regulus joined the Slytherin Quidditch Team in their third year, Barty has taken it upon himself to offer his undying support, and will typically be on the quidditch pitch screaming his support at Slytherin practises. Afterwards, he will return to the the common room and scream at his housemates over a game of not-so-friendly poker (though recently, Slytherin House has learnt not to play with Barty as he typically cleans up). 

Barty turns the page and clears his throat. He reads animatedly, putting on voices for each of the characters in this book about flying children who do not grow up and tiny, mean pixies and muggle children who are lured away in the dead of the night. It’s a strange book that Regulus isn’t sure whether he likes it. But he let’s Barty read anyway, because sometimes Barty throws in his own commentary and listening to that is always entertaining.

‘“Oh dear,” said the nice Wendy, “I don’t mean a kiss, I mean a thimble.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s like this.” She kissed him.’

Regulus lays in bed with Barty, resting against his chest, and draws on Barty’s forearm as he reads. Back in fourth year, Barty began tattooing over some of Regulus’s drawings with a spell he found after sneaking into the Restricted Section. The R.A.B Regulus wrote on his wrist. The Leo constellation. The tiny little cartoon snake Regulus is quite proud of and Barty has named Walter. One day, Regulus will write his name, regulus, over Barty’s heart and hope that Barty tattoos it there so Regulus will remain with him always.

There are stars on the roof of their dormitory that Regulus drew back in their first year, enchanted to twinkle and glow. Constellations Regulus arranged: Leo, Canis Major, Orions Belt. And then three huge, glowing stars he has named after them. Regulus. Barty. Evan. When Barty reads, Regulus watches them in the stars on the roof above them and he hopeshopeshopes that they will be eternal together. Young forever, immortalised, beyond the bullshit of the world.

‘“Funny!” said Peter gravely. “Now shall I give you a thimble?”

“If you wish to,” said Wendy, keeping her head erect this time.

Peter thimbled her, and almost immediately she screeched.’

Regulus squirms when Barty noses into his hair and snuffles, and then tries to bite his ear. ‘I will thimble you!’ Barty declares. He lowers the book and uses his free hand to tip Regulus’s head backwards so he can thimble him firmly upside-down. He slides his tongue over Regulus’s, sucks on his bottom lip, the kiss just a little bit dirty. 

‘Thimble me again, Wendy,’ Regulus murmurs against Barty’s mouth.

Barty laughs, his breath warm between them, and he thimbles Regulus again.

[twilight-rose-pokemon]

Aww how cute

...small friend...

[starskytohutch]

Terror on the Docks, Chapter 19, Starsky & Hutch book serialization :) enjoy!!

HUTCH, WHO HAD swum under the pier to hang onto a piling, started to swim out again when he heard the shot Starsky fired. But then he halted again and grabbed onto another piling when Starsky's anxious cry came down to him. It seemed obvious to Hutch that it was Starsky who had fired the shot, and that it had driven off the four assailants. Since Starsky was in no danger, it didn't seem fair to Hutch that he was the only one to get wet, particularly since the water was ice cold. He remained silent. "Hutch, are you all right?" Starsky called wor-riedly. Hutch made no reply. Getting down on his hands and knees, Starsky unsuccessfully tried to peer beneath the dock. Knowing his partner, he was as much worried that Hutch was merely exercising his pixie sense of humor as he was worried about his safety. Since Hutch had been a champion swimmer in college, it seemed unlikely he had drowned, but on the other hand Starsky had been too busy to notice the circumstances under which Hutch had gone off the dock, and it was possible he had been brained by a belaying pin. He called, "Hutch, if this is your idea of a joke" Hutch called in a weak voice, "Starsk." Starsky was simultaneously relieved, worried and suspicious, with the emphasis on the last. "What's the matter?" “Starsky, I need help," Hutch said even more weakly. *Then grab onto something, I'll call for help on the radio." "No time," Hutch said faintly. Starsky by indecision, almost sure that Hutch was merely trying to lure him into the water, yet worried that ho might actually be in trouble, Starsky said, "Well, what's wrong? You're the champion swimmer." In a barely audible voice Hutch said, "Starsky, help me." There was a gurgling sound, then silence. "Hutch?" Starsky said. "Hutch, you know how I hate cold water. If you're pulling my leg-Hutch?" The silence continued. Pushing himself erect, Starsky tore off his windbreaker, tossed his gun on top of it, held his nose and jumped off the dock. He hit the water in a seated position, making a tremendous splash. He came up sputtering, treading water, and looked around. Hutch, hanging onto a piling beneath the dock, was grinning at him. "Why'd you do that to me?" Starsky inquired querulously. "We're partners, aren't we?" Hutch said, swimming out strongly and heading for a wooden ladder nailed to the dock a few yards away. Despite Hutch's being in the water much longer than Starsky, it didn't affect him nearly as much. He was uncomfortably cold when he climbed out on the dock, but Starsky was nearly blue. He stood there shaking so hard, he nearly rattled. "I'm going to get pneumonia and die," he said ac cusingly. "And if I do, I'm coming back to haunt you. I'm going to sit on the end of your bed everytime you have a date in it, and make raspberry noises." He looked so miserable, Hutch actually began to regret making him jump into the water. After picking up his gun, he stooped again to pick up Starsky's gun and jacket. Handing him the gun, he wrapped the windbreaker around his shoulders. "Get in the car," he said solicitously. “I’ll drive. You won't catch pneumonia il you get out of those clothes and into a warm bed fast enough."

Starsky climbed into the car. As Hutch pulled it away, Starsky began sneezing violently. "You think those guys were the same ones we saw in the poker game?" Hutch asked. Starsky made no reply. Hutch said. "They had on entirely different clothing, though. Plus those ski masks." Starsky still said nothing. “Course they could have changed clothing. We were in Andy Wilkins's office long enough for them to run home and back." Silence came from Starsky. "When we get to your place, think I'll phone Wilkins and ask him to drop over to the ship chandler's shop, see if those guys are still playing poker. Like to know where Billy was, too. He could have been one of them." Nothing from Starsky. "Except we saw him coming out of the shop just as we headed for Pier sir. Couldn't have made it there ahead of us. What's the matter with you, that you're so silent?" "I'm not speaking to you!" Starsky yelled at him, then sneezed violently. There was no further conversation all the way to Starsky's apartment house. Hutch parked the car in the basement garage and they took the elevator to Starsky's floor. As soon as they got into the apartment, Starsky began shedding clothes on the way to the bathroom. He slammed the bathroom door in Hutch's face. Hutch picked up the discarded clothing, carried it into the kitchen, emptied the pockets, and wrung out the clothes. He repeated the process with his own clothes, rummaged through a kitchen drawer until he found a length of rope, and strung a short clothesline. He hung all the wet clothing from it. He set his and Starsky's shoes in the oven and turned it on low Entering the bedroom stark naked, he sat on the edge of the bed and used the bedside phone to call Andy Wilkins. "Had a little problem, Mr. Wilkins," Hutch said when he got the security chief on the phone. "You Know that message we got from Captain Dobey to meet some snitch at Pier six?" ”Yes." “Four guys wearing ski masks jumped us with cargo hooks and belaying pins and tried to kill us."

"Good God!" Wilkins said. "Are you all right?" "Aside from getting wet. We both took headers off the dock. Do me a favor?" "Sure, Hutch." "Run over to Rick Hauser's ship chandler's shop and see if those four guys we told you about are still playing poker in Hauser's office. If they are, notice what they're wearing." "All right," Wilkins agreed. "You suspect it was them?" "Would seem awful coincidental if four different guys picked this particular time to try to waste us. Kind of like to know where Billy Desmond is right now, too." "He just left here," Wilkins said. "He and Nancy have both been in my office for the past hour, nearly. Billy wanted to explain about his past." After a short pause, Wilkins said a trifle defensively, "He's pretty convincing that he's reformed, Hutch. And he was pretty young when he was in trouble. Nineteen." Hutch said dryly, "As Starsky said, he uses charm as a commodity." “I haven't swallowed everything he said hook, line and sinker," Wilkins said quickly. "Tm just keeping an open mind about Billy. In any event, he couldn't have been one of your attackers, because he was with me when that happened." "Yeah," Hutch said even more dryly. "Makes a perfect alibi, doesn't it." "Well, I'll call you back soon as I check out the poker game," Wilkins said, "What's the number there Hutch gave it to him and hung up. Starsky emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a robe. Standing up, Hutch started past him toward the bathroom. As they passed, Hutch said, "Hung your wet clothes in the kitchen, stuck your wet shoes in the oven. Your gun and money and stuff is on the kitchen counter." Starsiy headed for the bed without answering. Hutch went on into the bathroom and closed the door. When he came out again after taking a shower, Starsky was under the bed covers, shivering. Hutch went over to Starsky's dresser, opened a drawer and took out some underwear. "What are you doing?" Starsky asked. "You expect me to put my wet underwear back on?" Hutch inquired. Starsky watched balefully as Hutch dressed himself completely in Starsky's clothes, including a pair of slacks he got from the closet. They were more than an inch too short, but otherwise fit well enough. When he was dressed, Hutch went into the kitchen to check on the shoes. Both pairs were still slightly damp, but he decided his were dry enough to use. Putting them on, he carried Starsky's into the bedroom. "What you want me to do with these?" he asked Starsky. Starsky's eyes glittered an answer that Hutch chose not to carry out. He set them on the floor next to the bed. Starsky looked him up and down, and his partner's bubbling healthiness seemed to irritate him. "Feel pretty good?" he asked with bitterness. "Feel wonderful," Hutch told him. showelly for you. I've got a chill, oven after that hot "Want me to call a doctor?" "How many years it been since you were last sick?" Starsky inquired irritably. "Doctors haven't been making house calls since you were a kid." "Maybe what you need is some old-fashioned home go," Huch said. "Hugey Bear wil know what to do. He picked up the bedside phone. starky said plaintively, "Haven't you done enough to me? Huggy will bring over some god-awful concoc to and make me eat it, then I'll throw up." "With your cast-iron stomach you can eat any-thing," Hutch said. "If you can digest cordogs and root beer for breakfast, you can stand anything Huggy brings you for lunch." He dialed a number. After a few moments, he said, "Huggy? Starsk is fiat in bed with the ague. He fell off the dock and got all wet." Hutch listened, then said, "I don't know what's in the kitchen. We're at his place, not mine. Can't you have Angie brew something up and bring it over?" "No!" Starsky objected. "Don't have him do that" "Okay," Hutch said into the phone. "See you in a little while." He hung up. Starsky said, "Why do you keep piling griefs on me, Hutch?" "Im trying to help you, Starsk. Because you're not only my partner, but my best friend." "Thank God I'm not your worst enemy," Starsky said dolefully.

Sorry if there’s any errors in here! Totally didn’t proof read- I’ll post the photos in another post for anyone who wants them! Just had to share this chapter because I couldn’t believe how domestic they were. the episode is already so domestic I couldn’t believe it got even cuter in the book 😭

[vanillablankcanvas]

Hold on, didn't you say somewhere that Cabaret has a hand in Floyd getting his songs back in your story?

Not revealing too much buuuuuut....

Cabaret will be one of Floyd's performers in the Battle of the Bands.

Floyd brought in performers that owed him a favor.

So Floyd's lineup will be....

Cabaret

Crimp

Kismet

Pssst... 🤫

I was originally going to have Cab be the one to play poker against Cider.

Someone at the table was going break out their stash of pixie sticks and Cab was gonna struggle to keep his cool.

I changed it when I decided he was gonna perform.

😬

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• only fem or gn reader! If you don’t explicitly say what the reader is I will assume they’re afab + gn prns!

• I write nsfw, fluff & angst, although angst will (almost) always have a happy ending!

• I will never write anything that involves alcohol/drug use (besides aphrodisiacs..if that counts), medical stuff, age gaps, pregnancy kinks (breeding with the intent of getting pregnant is fine, it’s more so if the reader is currently pregnant and has sex), mommy/daddy kinks, omegaverse, no more characters than a threesome, and maybe some other things I haven’t remembered at the moment!

• I have a goal of writing {at least} 0.5k words a day!

• my favorite characters to write for are Atsushi, Mushitaro, Higuchi, Francis, Kunikida, Bram, Tachihara, Sigma, & Ango! You obviously don’t have to request them, but they are personal favorites!

General info!:

• my name is Pixie, but you can call me any variation that you want!

• I’m bilingual! I know English and ASL!

• I’m agender & lesbian! They/them please!

• I’m hyperfixated on BSD, YTTD, & DR!

Wips/stuff I plan to write (order of priority)!:

• Sigma x reader strip poker (request)!

• atsu x reader x aku 3some pt2 (request/also my own idea)

• vampire sigma x reader pt2 (request/also my own idea)!

• Sigma x reader trying on lingerie for him (request)!

• loid forger x reader jealousy sex!

Reqs are currently on hold for my 200 followers event!

Writing suggestions/advice!:

• How to write inclusive reader inserts

[minisugakoobies]

Screw it! I'm sending it in because we miss your crack!

Manic Pixie! Blue haired Felix

2. I want to explore your body if you’d let me.

2. pulling you by your waist

I NEED SOME SUNNY CRACK!!!!!

.... crack 🤪

Luce, I have been staring at this request and trying so hard to figure out yet another way to make "I want to explore your body if you’d let me" work and honestly, I just don't know if I can? I guess I should've limited these to one request per prompt or something. So please forgive me, but I subbed in a different prompt for it. 💕

Title: Born to Run Pairing: Gambit!Felix x Reader Genre: smut (18+), angst, X-Men!AU Warnings: this is set in New Orleans so Felix uses Cajun slang; fighting (use of superpowers); death of a minor character (yep!); use of mutant slurs ("mutie freak"); Felix is pretty whipped for reader; um also cheating at cards and theft because that's what Gambit does

Felix, despite all appearances to the contrary, is not a gambling man.

Yes, okay, he's currently playing poker, and yes, he plays poker pretty much every night, sitting at his favorite corner table in this ramshackle bar on the edge of the bayou, helping to give the tourists who wander in here seeking an authentic "N'awlins" experience exactly what they want by easily parting them from their money. But he's not gambling. Gambling implies chance, and Felix never leaves anything to chance. He knows precisely what he's doing.

And as sure as he is about the fact that the hand he's holding is about to win him the large pot on the table in front of him (aided largely by the hidden ace he slides out of his sleeve), he's even more sure about you.

It's been weeks since you first walked into the bar, looking for a job. Since then, you and Felix have been locked in a two-step. He's been content to let you lead this little dance you're in, recognizing that something bad must've happened in your past. It had to, to send you running to this hellhole of all places hoping for a fresh start. Felix sees you for what you are - a wounded bird, warming to his charms, yet still skittish. He doesn't want to startle you into taking flight.

Not without him, anyway.

The hour is getting pretty late. Felix would like to finish this hand soon and send these tourists - two older couples from somewhere in the Midwest, their heavy accents grinding down Felix's patience with every "oh yah" and "you betcha" they utter - back to their hotel rooms to count their losses, but the man whose turn it is can't seem to decide if he wants to raise or call.

As the old man turns to his wife yet again to discuss his next move, Felix sighs. He catches your eye from behind the bar and you shoot him a sympathetic look before wandering over.

"Having a good night, 'Lix?"

"Always, chère," he replies, taking the fresh glass of whiskey you offer with a smile. "Merci."

You smile back, a soft little thing that disappears as the only other patron in the place calls loudly to you from his barstool. "Ugh, duty calls. Try to wrap this thing up soon, will you? Boss said I can close up early tonight since we're so dead."

Felix is annoyed to find that the old man is still deliberating. So he plays with another hidden card in his coat, charging it slightly with kinetic energy, just enough so that his eyes glow red.

"Now, mon ami, are you finally ready to make your move?" He grins, white teeth flashing in the dim light. "Choose carefully."

It has the desired effect. The man, staring with a dropped jaw, calls. Felix wins. He gathers his winnings as the tourists hurriedly head for the exit.

The drunk on the barstool eventually stumbles towards the door, and then it's just the two of you. Felix hangs out behind the bar, helping himself to another whiskey as you count the till.

"Nice of the boss man to let you leave early tonight," he says, leaning against the counter.

You laugh. "It's not kindness, it's cheapness. He just doesn't want to pay me more than he has to."

"Ah. Well… at least you get some of your night back." Felix isn't sure why he's stretching to find a silver lining to you losing a few hours of work. Maybe it's the way a small crease has formed between your brows. He hates the thought of anything ruining your day. "You should go out, have some fun tonight."

"Oh, sure - laissez le bon temps rouler, huh?" You roll your eyes. "Not sure I can afford any "good times" right now, 'Lixie, but thanks." You finish up your work with the till, locking the cash away in the small safe under the bar.

"Then let me take you out, chère." Felix grins. He digs into his pocket, pulling out the wad of bills he earned tonight. "Come on. My treat. Let me show you how the locals really live it up around here."

"Jesus, Felix, did you leave them any money for breakfast?!" you swear, eyeing the stack of cash in his hand.

Felix shrugs. "I'm sure their hotel offers a continental breakfast… listen, don't worry about them. They had plenty of fun tonight and they'll go home with a story to tell." He cleans his empty glass so you don't have to, then he grabs your hand. As you giggle, he spins you around a few times. "Don't you deserve to have some fun of your own?"

You peer at him with wide eyes, head tipping as you consider his offer. "You're right. I do. But I don't think I feel like going out tonight."

Felix tries not to let his disappointment show. "Ah, that's all right, chère. You just go on home, then. Maybe some other night." Maybe you're still unsure about him. The thought hurts him more than he'd like to admit.

"No, 'Lix," you say, and his head snaps up. "I don't want to go out, but that doesn't mean I don't want to have some fun."

He sees it then. The look in your eye. He swallows, and reaches out for you again. But his time, he grabs you by the waist, and pulls you into his arms.

"Tell me what you're thinking, ma chère," he murmurs, thumb stroking your cheek, and to his surprise, you answer with a kiss.

It's soft, so chaste, the kiss you give him, lips lightly brushing his. He nearly stops breathing, so focused on the sensation, not even wanting to move lest he startle you away. But then your mouth presses again, and again, as if you're gaining confidence with each kiss, and before long he can't hold back anymore.

"'Lix!" you gasp when he traps you against the bar. He trails kisses down your neck, moaning when you curl your fingers into his coat and tug him even closer. "Fuck, 'Lixie, want you so much."

"I want you too," he says, sealing his confession with another kiss. "Been wanting you."

"Yeah?" you reply breathlessly. "What - what do you want?"

Felix cups your face. He wants everything you're willing to give him, however you want to give it. But he doesn't know how to say that, and as he traces your lips with his finger, you open your mouth and flick the tip with your tongue. The feeling shoots straight to his cock, and he groans, and blurts the first thing that enters his brain.

"All I can think of is your pretty lips around me."

Your eyebrow quirks as Felix realizes what he's said. Before he can try again, you drop to your knees.

"Shit, chère, you don't ha-"

WHAM!

The door to the bar is suddenly violently thrown open. Moving on instinct, Felix hauls you to your feet and slides between you and the door.

"Where is she?" a loud voice screams. "Where's that fucking bitch? I know she's here!"

"Stay behind me," Felix orders you. He grabs an empty glass off the counter and holds it in his hand as a shadow passes through the doorway.

It's a man Felix doesn't recognize, all muscle and popping veins, thick neck and bruised knuckles. But given the way you suddenly clutch at Felix's bicep with shaky fingers, he understands that you know who he is.

"There you are," the man growls upon spotting you behind Felix. "I told you I'd find you!"

He takes a step towards the bar, and Felix holds up his hand. He feels you move behind him, and he grasps for you blindly with his other hand, relieved when you grip it with your own.

"Now just hold on, homme - why don't you calm down, hmm? Just take a step back." Felix charges the glass in his hand. His eyes pulse red with unleashed energy.

"Fuck you, mutie freak! Should've known you'd end up here, bitch - with AAAAHH!"

It happens so fast, Felix nearly misses it. One second, the man is screaming, advancing on the bar. The next, he's flying through the air, smashing into the wall behind him, and then right through it. Felix watches as the man is tossed out into the street beyond the building, coming to a sickening stop on the pavement.

As soon as he's sure the man isn't getting back up again, Felix turns to check on you. You're frozen in place, one arm still raised, aimed at the side of the bar that is no longer there, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Not again. I did it again," he hears you whisper over and over. You're in shock. He needs to get you away from the bar as quickly as possible - because the gaping hole and the dead man lying in the street are going to draw attention very quickly.

"Chère, it's okay, shhh, shhh." He wraps you in his embrace, rubbing your back for a few minutes, until your chanting stops. Gently, he wipes the tears from your face. "Come on, we've got to get out of here."

"But I - I'm - I could hurt-" Your voice breaks on a sob, and Felix instantly understands. This entire time, he thought you were afraid of him. But you were afraid for him.

"It's gonna be okay," he says, and he means it, full of confidence as usual. Because he's Felix. He always knows what he's doing.

Placing his palm on the safe, he charges the dial up, until it explodes in his hand, leaving a hole just big enough for him to reach in and grab all the cash. Even in your daze, you give him a confused look, and he shrugs.

"What? I'm just making sure that asshole pays you what you're worth, one last time," he smirks. "Now come on, ma belle fille, it's time to run."

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[cyanidedrinkers]

Name: Arlo Edwards

Age: 30

Gender: Male Ethnicity: White Nationality: Australian Languages: Spanish, English, and very Little French

Nickname(s): Otter and The Personality

Rank: Captain Occupation: Medic Skin Tone: Olive Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Red-ish brown Hair Length: Short undercut. 

Height: 6’0

Weight: 150 Tattoos: He has his enlistment date on his shoulder and picture of an otter. (For easy identification) Personality: Normally, Arlo is the life of the party. He’s a good contrast to Andy’s calm yet sarcastic demeanor as he is a ball of energy and will talk your ear off if needed. The more emotion he feels the thicker his australian accent gets and if you really get him going he’s not very understandable. The only person to even dare to make any sense of what he is saying is Ruby. You can normally find him chatting up his superiors or sharing a drink with the privates when he’s off work. 

Likes: Pixie sticks, Vegemite, Fairy bread, Being overly aggressive with assholes on the field, and breaking into Andy or Ruby’s room at night and ranting to them about random facts.  

Dislikes: People who cut him off, Soft talkers, long meetings, American chocolate (Him and Andy fight on this all the time), and 

Habit(s): Smoking/Vaping, Not knocking before entering a room, writing on his arm with a pen to keep track of things, making note of every exit, and Piking up random pets.

Flaw(s): Forgetful, Touchy, He can be loud and not even realize it, He also tends to forget personal space and will just wrap his arm around someone willy nilly.

Reputation: He gets along with a lot of the privates. He's the fun captain that will make up silly games an brings a deck of cards to play poker on. He's also the first to bring back wounded soldiers and will never leave someone behind, His own life be damned, He's never left a soldier behind and he doesnt plan on it. If he has to throw you over his shoulder as he guns down the enemies he will. He is also known for just grabbing snakes and throwing them out of their way like their footballs or, If he likes them, taking them back to the base. Backstory: Arlo grew up in the shit backwards part of Australia. He was the class clown, and has always had a good attitude. When he graduated though he realized he never really knew what he wanted to do. So, he did the next best thing and joined the Army. While in bootcamp he meet Ruby. Despite Ruby constantly pushing him away and telling him to shut up he persisted and soon won over the mans heart. They spent the rest of their training together and getting in trouble. Aka, Arlo doing something stupid and Ruby bailing him out.

[sunsetno4]

Canvas, texture, hair for Ven! (And Deja, if you're up to it :] )

Ah, thank you so much! :D And, yes! I can add Deja when she fits~~ Although, minor apologies in advance because this will be a bit long. I like rambling. u__u;; Questions are from here too. <3

Also, a trigger warning for the scar section for a brief mentions of self-harm scars.

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

Scars. Vendetta definitely has a metric fuck-ton of scars, but I've never sat down to honestly figure them out (which is why I rarely doodle them in). I need to get on that. u__u; For the few I have planned out, ne had ugly one of the top of nir hand from a time ne got stabbed, a few methodical-looking self-harm ones along both nir lower arms and an odd and very out-of-place carved c-shaped one on of nir arms too. Ven doesn't really care to cover them up, except maybe the ones of nir arms? Ne doesn't like the looks or questions. Deja has a few faint ones, but nothing to write to home about. They look more like old piercing holes that have since healed over, lol.

Piercings. For Ven, there's nir nostril stud, tongue stud and a fuck-ton of earrings. Like, so so many earrings, absolute maximalist vibes. Like a bit like these? (link) (link) (link) And if Ven ever gets rid of nir tattoos or loses the hyper-paranoia around them, ne would def like to get a few more done, nipples being the top of that list. God, ne would love that.

Deja just has her earlobes done. Like I said, there's a few faint scars that Ven thinks are from old facial and ear piercings but they're pretty closed up if true. She normally wears jewelry with a gambling aesthetic, either like based around the card suits or like poker chips and post-backstory reveal, Ven feels a little weird about that.

Tattoos. Ven just has the Re-Gene ones that ne feels …complicated about. :l If ne ever gets rid of them tho, I always imagine ne would eventually get a few tattoos of nir own in a similar orange design, but not shiny and probably around nir wrists and lower arms. They'll be theirs then~

Deja doesn't have tattoos, but as for other marks, she does have two beauty marks: one under her right eye and the other on the top of her right breast. If she get away with showing off both, she's a happy person, lol. It's normally pretty easy too.

texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can’t wear or don’t like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

Anything old and worn, breathable and loose! Clothes don't have to meet all three, but Ven prefers at least one box checked. Ne wears so many layers, let nem not die because of too much polyester. I don't imagine Ven enjoys buying new basic clothes a lot, especially anything denim or more stiff in general. But thrifting feels a little gauche with how much money ne has in nir many bank accounts. :'l Beyond that, ah. Vendetta's used to being uncomfortable especially regarding clothes so it doesn't really register in nir head anymore. That's kinda always been the norm.

hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning?

Vendetta has a bit of a fashion mullet, two-toned between nir natural copper orange hair and whatever shade of blonde Ven got out of the bottle this time. It was entirely unplanned, but Vendetta doesn't really plan out nir hairstyles. Ne normally just lets it grow out until it bugs nem and then, snip snip snip! Always done nemself, sometimes in very odd places like a diner because sensory issues are damning.

Ah, Ven had meant to cut nir grown hair into a more choppy pixie (because the helmet hair was really annoying nem), but ne stopped mid-way through and thought the mullet look was Neat. c: The fact that Themmy also had a copper orange mullet never really crossed Ven's mind until ne thought ne spotted them out of the corner of nir eye, and was so gutted to see it was just nemself. It's why ne started bleaching it half-blonde. Anything to keep the ghosts and heartbreak at bay.

Deja's is loooooooooong and naturally wavy-curly and it's been the pale blue-grey shade since Ven found her. And as much as Vendetta hates salon, ne goes to them to keep up the color that whoever Deja previously was clearly enjoyed liked. It feels like the least Ven can do for her~ It's normally worn down too because outside of braiding hair, Ven is pretty garbage at styling hair. Ah, it still looks pretty. c:

And I just enjoy them having complementary hair colors, especially with Deja's very unintentional Re-Gene blue hair. It's cute to me, lol.

And thank you again! <33

[watfordgrimoire]

Creatures in the World of Mages

Aspssasin [WS 330]

Basilisks [WS 32]

Battering rams [AWTWB 39]

Brownies (can be part mage; can go to Watford) [WS 210]

Centaurs (can be part mage; can go to Watford) [WS 210]

Chimera [CO 5]

Counting sheep [WS 304]

Coyotes (can play poker) [WS 127]

Creek dryad [WS 160]

Demons (Do not talk to them; do not take their sweets; do not get in their vans; have to be summoned) (last demon entrapment case documented in 1800s) [AWTWB 18; 23]

Diphthong [WS 330]

Direhog [AWTWB 69]

Ditch Imp [WS 291]

Dolphins (Capable of speech) [WS 59]

Dragons (If dragons lose the use of a wing, the other dragons will kill it) [AWTWB 74]

Dryads (Hair “like moss” and dress “like one of those manga girls with the Victorian books and the umbrellas”) [CO 98]

Either/orcs [AWTWB 140]

Elf [WS 186]

Ent (Can be made of multiple types of trees; do not have faces; speak human languages; can engulf people in their bark) [AWTWB 205-207]

Fairies (live beyond the “fairy fog” in their own realm; have green wings that “shimmer in the moonlight”) [AWTWB 283; 569]

Fauns (can be part mage; can go to Watford) [CO 173]

Flibbertigibbets (Only takes two or three to kill a magician; make you lose your mind) [CO 113]

Fomorian (Chaos demon; Irish) [WS 138]

Fox Spirit [AWTWB 274]

Gargoyles [AWTWB 569]

Genie (Live in lamps; two rules - “You can’t wish for more wishes, and I don’t fuck with demons”) [AWTWB 141]

Ghost (translucent not white) [CO 79]

Ghoul [WS 127]

Giants (eat babies; hibernate for years at a time; have to be zoned for; have their own language; “Gog & Magog: World Tour 1993) [AWTWB 167; 169; 207; 207; 563]

Giant Eagle (there is a whistle that supposedly summons one) [WS 311]

Gnomes [AWTWB 207]

Goats of Watford (Have wings; protect Watford’s existence; only respond to select magic) [AWTWB 214-215; 340]

Goblins (green skinned; red lipped; handsome; can wear disguises; goblin who brings Simon Snow’s head back gets to be king; their gear is always cursed) [AWTWB 51; 53]

Gryphon (Conspiracy theory that the government is manufacturing them; give live birth) [WS 330; AWTWB 192; 447]

Gun demon (American only) [WS 127]

Harmadillos (not native to UK)

Harpies [AWTWB 146; 569]

Heffalump (Extinct) [WS 188]

Hell hounds (three heads; kept as pets) [AWTWB 307]

Hinkypunk [WS 160]

Imps (do not like to be confused with demons; make deals for children; play impdice) [AWTWB 369]

Jackalope (capable of speech) [WS 161]

Judas goats [AWTWB 39]

Lay-witch [WS 264]

Leach [WS 127]

Leprechauns (their gold disappears if you try to give it to other magicians) [CO 9]

lllamas (only one herd outside of South America owned by Malcom Grimm-Pitch) [AWTWB 39]

Loch Ness monster [AWTWB 565]

Magickal bees [Snow For Christmas 241]

Magickal swans (live in Oxford) [AWTWB 565]

Mermaids (can spread STIs between species; can have intercourse with humans; reproduce through fertilizing eggs) [AWTWB 184; 369-371]

Merwolves (do not like silver; blood takes like “gamy motor oil”; removed from Watford by Niamh) [AWTWB 317; 575]

Minotaur (Professor Minos; half-man half bull) [CO 81]

Mustkrat maiden (trick humans into trapping them so they can trade skins; have a thin layer of skin, both physically and emotionally) [AWTWB 204-205]

Nar-do-whal (one discovered in the Watford moat) [WS 329]

Ne’er-do-wolves [CO 132]

Night mares [AWTWB 39]

Nixies [WS 262]

Numpties [CO 132]

Otters with wings [AWTWB 184]

Paindeer [AWTWB 77]

Pegasus (Wings have “soft-white feather tipped with sky blue”) [AWTWB 109]

Pithbulls [WS 298]

Pixies (smell unique) (can be part mage; can go to Watford) [WS 210; AWTWB 25]

Prairie mog (American only) [WS 127]

Red devil [WS 139]

River spirit [WS 215-218]

River Phoenix (extremely rare) [AWTWB 150]

Sasquatch [WS 210]

Sea witches [AWTWB 496]

Sirens (can live in wells in America) [WS 127]

Sphinx [WS 162]

Spider-women (eight eyes; at least thirty fingers; four tongues; three hands) [AWTWB 248-249]

Spite sprite [WS 139]

Three headed snakes (can be killed by chopping off all three heads) [AWTWB 421-422]

Trolls [WS 329]

Unfairy [WS 204]

Unicorns (only capable of making small talk; can live on farms) [WS 58]

Vampires (need an invitation to enter every building; dislike the sun; need food and blood to survive; do not get sick; heal quickly; only immortal if they consume human blood; legal to kill them; Open signs and welcome mats allow vampires in) [AWTWB 59; 68; 285]

Vampire King [WS 290]

Venomous crested wood foul [Fangirl 101]

Were-adactyl (WS 139)

Were-pole-cat (live in surfeits) [WS 137-144]

Were-skunk [AWTWB 9]

Werewolves (After exposure, people must be quarantined due to the lupin virus; can be vaccinated against the lupin virus) [AWTWB 158]

Wosegers (worse version of badger) [CO 131]

Wraith [WS 127]

[medusasbush]

read april 2023

articles

How to Finger Your Partner When You Have Chronic Pain in Your Hands

You'd Be Happier Living Close to Friends: Why Don't You?

Why Do We Connect to Female Rage? (prompted a reread of The Scream Gap)

You should call your friend for a ride

The Sex Life of the Internet

It’s a “Brutal, Fearful Winter” for Journalism

“We Didn’t Know What We Had Until It Was Gone.” (on alternative news weeklies)

How Joni Mitchell's "Blue" shattered gender barriers

Why are movies so dark these days?

Poker Face is Peacock’s first truly great original series

The Bataan Death March of Whimsy Case File #1: Elizabethtown (essay that coined the term manic pixie dream girl)

I'm sorry for coining the phrase "Manic Pixie Dream Girl"

Why Venmo Is My Favorite Sympathy Card

The gift that never stops giving: Christy Dawn Ads

It's Hot to Look Ill

How the Hell Is 'The Last of Us: Part II' Going to Be Adapted?

What Happens in 'The Last of Us Part II'?

How Much Would You Pay for a Movie Ticket?

Is Therapy Speak Making Us Selfish?

Bad Projection is Ruining the Movie Theater Experience

When Self Awareness Eats its Own Tail

A Case Against Washing Your Face

Honey, I sold the kids.

Trickster and tricked

‘The Resort’ Review: Peacock Comedy-Thriller Series Is Strong on Vibes, Weak on Story

“The Resort” Needs to Relax

Peacock's The Resort is a Rip-Off Mystery Series

Ted Lasso Wonders Whether He's Outstayed His Welcome in Season Three

What if we stopped using male and female as synonyms for man and woman?

The Great Deflation

Who is Queerness for?

‘Nobody Can Take Your Power’: Megan Thee Stallion in Her Own Words

Steven Yeun, Ali Wong and ‘Beef’ Creator Say David Choe Has ‘Put in the Work’ Since ‘Fabricated’ Rape Story

Why We Can't Leave Celebrities Alone

Tucker Carlson Set the World on Fire

How to Have the Fat Talk

Eat the Rich, Steal Their Skin?

books

Dietland by Sarai Walker

Virtual Equality: The Mainstreaming of Gay and Lesbian Liberation by Urvashi Vaid (started)

Honey Girl by Morgan Rogers (started/abandoned)

[guesswhattimeitis]

WIP Game

Oh my god I know you didn't you know what you were opening with this @kalevalakryze but I'm happy to oblige:

Wip Game Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

So. Uh I'll list them here, but just a warning some of these are not fanfic wips they're original works, or for other projects, and not all of them are longer than a couple sentences, but here you are!

Files:

New Moon

List of WIPs (this one is not complete but includes WIPs that aren't any place but my mind)

D&D Planning

Kaori Project

KH Story

Lancer Fic

Shep/Miranda

Snippets

Field Guide: House of Lanterns (lots of overlap here with Lancer Fic)

battlegroup

Cyberpunk Lich

Ttrpg deck building

Dnd/Spelljammer (overlap with D&D Planning)

Shatterstar

Scars Old and New

Princesses

Sidari doc

Streamer Caitlyn

Pixie Knight

Kae meets Annalise

Femme Knight

Star Wars WIP

Aethesium Notepad

Aethesium Eyes

Aethesium Start and Outline (these 3 are obviously related lol)

Eyeshine

Ilium Ball

Snippets/Close

At The Predetermined Time

Kurinth

Shepard's Bad Month

Nemesis

Welcome Home

Parallel

Cold Hearts

Poker Face

Promise

Shawson Outline

Armored Heart

Haircut

Liara Changed

A Careful Touch

Takeoff

Core Testing Initiative LaaC (a wip for someone else's au)

Claire de Lune LaaC

Android Glados WIP

Butterfly Brigade

First Day

A Little Secret

Haruka and Michiru Make a Mistake

3 Times

Forest story name to change

Forehead kisses

Smooth stone flagstones

And technically I have MORE if you can believe it, though many are either very old and I wouldn't continue or they have nothing actually written down yet and only exist in my head. (Some of these last ones are pretty old already)

I don't know 54 writers, on tumblr or otherwise. So um if you see this and want to do it go ahead, and tag me! And don't be afraid to send me an ask to see one of these!

@opossum-knight I want to see your wips list