#possible fanfic?

[zuppizup]

Thinking about how this sketch Rayla did for Callum is still in his sketch book. How it was there the entire two years she was missing. How it might have been the only thing he had of hers during that whole time, other than her letter.

Thinking about him staring at it endlessly and equally being too sad to look at it. Going back and forth. Having bad days and better days but no real good days.

Thinking…

[myrunawaysweets]

You guys ever hear about the tale "the lady or the tiger"?

It was a short story about a barbarian kingdom, where if you were convicted of any crime, your innocence would be chosen by fate. The barbarian king made the criminal choose between two doors, behind one would be the kingdoms most beautiful woman that had yet to be wed, if you got that door, you'd be considered innocent, then you'd have to marry that lady despite if you were already married. Behind the other door was a really hungry tiger, once you opened this door, you would obviously be eaten by the tiger, meaning you were found guilty.

Of course since this was back then, only the men were in these trials, don't know what they did with the women, but this was also a firm of entrainment, because not only was it gruesome and full of suspense, but only once person in the whole kingdom was in charge of placing the two behind the doors, the dies were sound proof and sturdy so there was no way to choose other than guessing.

In the story, the kings daughter was the most beautiful among the whole kingdom, yet he refused to ever put her in the box and behind those doors in hopes of keeping her in the castle and preventing her possible marriage.

My point in sharing this story was about what if, it wasn't "the lady or the tiger" but instead "the lady AND the tiger" where the tiger is a shapeshifter, and not only that, but the tiger is also bakugou katsuki, where you are one of the maidens who is placed behind the door.

[imjulia-andilikecats]

Hello Julia, how does it feel to be a lighthouse in this fandom and also very funny and cool?

Sorry if it took quiet some time to reply to this ask, I have been very distracted with a lot of stuff lately.

Thank you for this ask. I have been under the weather for a while now with life and family.

I don't view myself as one of the lighthouse of this fandom, since I just overwhelm the fandom with memes and occasinal questionable post.

I'm so happy that you find me funny and cool. Which is hopefully true, cause it would be concerning if I edit memes and I'm actually not funny 🥲.

I'm not done with these series though, just resting and considering other forms of content other than memes. 🤔 Maybe Mareven scarp Ideas or hopefully a fanfic 😉.

[thelaboratorysguilt]

I have NOT posted in a while

I’ve been focused on school stuff, but in the meantime I would like to show you all a project I’m going to start working on

The Fabula Magica Project! It is a project where I make magical girls based on characters!

Link to the form if you wish to fill it out!

[driver270]

🤔

[stars-obsession-pit]

It turns out that if Danny switches from his ghost form to his human form while holding onto another ghost, he can bring them along for the transformation, forcing them into a physical form.

For some ghosts, this is horrible. But for others, though, it’s a prize of immeasurable valuable. And unfortunately for Danny, word spreads quickly throughout the Ghost Zone of this ability.

And thus begins the illustrious adventure of Danny the necromancer.

…running away from the restless dead that are trying to force him to revive them.

[ao3-crack]

(x)

[fluffyluckyvampire]

What if the Demons and angles in Obey me have never cracked their back, simply because they never needed to/can't? Like, what if that's like... just a human thing. Imagine one of the brothers complaining about their back hurting, and MC is just like "oh just crack you back," and the brother is like, "CRACK YOUR WHAT?! 😨" and MC has to explain what 'cracking you back' means. Or, Imagine Solomon just stretches, and there's a loud 'pop', and everyone just automatically assumes he just broke his fucking back 💀.

[gldnstrngs]

im crying these gifs fr emulate my merthur fic I Love Them

[zephyrchama]

🍣🛏️

There was a knock at the door, and Belphegor's familiar voice called out your name.

With little hesitation, he invited himself in and made a beeline to your bedside. "Oh, were you sleeping?"

"No," you admitted. You were under the covers and laying down, really channeling the Avatar of Sloth's sin, but you hadn't been asleep. It was just nice to relax.

"Good. Look at this." Belphegor climbed onto the bed beside you to show off a colorful little package. "Beel bought me some gummy sushi candy. It's pretty good, but I wanted to share them with you."

He lifted up the covers to move them aside, exposing you to gust of cold air. You shivered and turned, propping your head on your hand as he started lining up little plastic trays of candy atop the mattress. He pointed to each in turn, explaining, "this one is egg. I think you have that kind in the human world, too. It looks so detailed. We also have kraken, pufferfish, and cetus. I like that the candy isn't too sweet, you should try one."

You picked the gummy egg sushi for familiarity. As you observed your treat, Belphegor took hold of the sheets once more and started wrapping them around himself. "That's a good choice. Do you like it? I'll ask Beel to pick up some more next time." Consciously or not, he blanketed the sheets over his head and across his shoulders like a hooded shawl. You popped the candy into your mouth.

"Pretty good, right?"

You nodded. Belphegor took a turn to pick a lumpy-looking blue gummy sushi. It must be modeled after some demonic creature. "This one is a little sour, like the real thing."

While chewing, Belphegor managed to take possession of all of the sheets. They encased him like a cocoon while you were left with nothing but candy and empty wrappers. He began nodding off and slumped to the side, over your legs.

You may have been bamboozled.

[besavvy]

You know how in most fanfiction Peter Parker has like a ridiculously strong sense of smell? He usually is portrayed as having a nose pretty comparable to the average dog.

Medical alert service dogs are trained to look for certain scents to make their handlers aware that they are about to have a medical episode-usually well before it actually happens.

Peter could be a human service dog.

Just imagine spiderman being midfight with this gang or whatever and all of the sudden he's like trying to get this one dude to sit down or something because he's about to have a seizure.

Or he's helping some lost kid and gets him a snack because his blood sugar is tanking.

Or maybe while they're working in the lab one day he suddenly stops and tells Tony to take his migraine meds and Tony of course is like… why?? I feel fine??? And Peter is like no seriously. You about to be Miserable. Take your meds.

And he's right! And Tony is just like wtf?????

I thought of this while I when I was reading a fanfic and my service dog wouldn't leave me the heck alone because she knew twenty minutes before it happened that I was about to have a severe blood sugar crash.

[tekitothemagpie]

Stain the realest character ever.

[andersonfilms]

feat. anderson's treats & baker!abby

abby who owns a bakery shop and you have an insatiable sweet tooth that never seems to end, a match made in heaven. your first date being in her shop she closes for the night, anderson’s treats, flour anxiously spread across her cheeks, she’s blushing furiously as you watch her, careful hands kneading the dough as you gaze at her with a certain sparkle in her eye as abby speaks about what got her into baking in the first place. 

then, curiosity gets the best of abby and she’s asking you questions about yourself, maybe she gets you to assist her, the butterflies in your stomach swarm as she tells lame jokes no one should really find funny but you do. with skillful hands, she makes you her favorite, one her shop is known for. it crumbles deliciously in her mouth, but the filling comes out as it coats the corner of your mouth, leaving her to use her thumb to wipe the strawberry filling away. with intentful innocence, she brings it to her lips. your deep, curious eyes inquiring at her mouth, full pink lips sucking the strawberry away. it’s only then she’s realized what’s been done. 

burning bright and red, the blush noticeable from a mile away. it’s when you notice the scar on her cheek and it makes you wonder how she got it and maybe you’ll ask her at another time but you don’t want to dismiss the moment. abby anderson, looking upon you with a blinding smile, giggles. airy and light, as if her laughter is the dough you’re kneading. the delightful substance infused into your bloodstream, needed as much as the blood pumping through your veins. 

as delightful as it is, it’s still a distraction. you think of her instead of the task she’s so cutely assigned you to. 

as you visibly struggling to knead the dough correctly. abby thinks it’s cute, but she decides to assist you. “here, let me—” the blonde maneuvers her frame around you, arms practically wrapped around your waist as she places her warm hands on top of your own. her voice sends a sensational shiver down your spine. “oh!”

abby chuckles but offers nothing else to say as she shows how to do it correctly. the feeling comes natural to her and she passes along her natural instinct but all you can think about is how she feels, her words coaching you in your ear as abby’s breath causes goosebumps to soothe every inch of your skin. 

“yeah, just like that. you’re a natural baby.” she kisses your cheek sweetly. she smirks as you lean back to her, finding comfort in the safety of her warmth. a homecoming, a sense of it settled in your heart, one only she could’ve brought to a full bloom.

OKAY BAKER!AU??? I MIGHT NEED TO EXPLORE THIS MORE GAHHHHHDKJF ♡

tags: @plutolovesyou @brackishkittie @nybueckers @only4theweeknd @tlouloser @marvelwomenarehot0 @grey-jedi12 @r3starttt @bittersu1te @pxgeturner @maxinephobia @marsworldd @aouiaa @mytwoseater @cherrybunny @twopeoplee @i-lov3-w0men @lvlymicha @half-of-gay

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[recurring-polynya]

Me, writing the parts of my fanfic I want to write: Haha fuck yeah!!! Yes!! Me, trying to string those parts together into something that resembles a narrative: Well this fucking sucks. What the fuck.

[moonstruckme]

poly!wolfstar x reader or whimsical!reader would be absolutely wholesome Maee!! Love and hugs 💖 have a lovely day 💫

(to clarify I'm not the anon who mentioned wolfstar previously. I'm just a lovesick of these two lol. hope the request is ok! Sending good vibes your way✨)

Awh I love them so much! Thanks for requesting sweetheart, hope you have a lovely day too <3

cw: squished snail :(

poly!wolfstar x whimsical!reader ♡ 900 words

Remus comes home, juggling his umbrella with three drinks from the coffee shop down the street, to find you and Sirius kneeling outside your front door. You seem to be placing dead leaves in a circle around a wet-looking smudge on the ground.

“Um.” He steps under the overhang of your roof, adjusting his hold on the drinks to set down his umbrella. “What’s going on?”

“We’re surrounding the snail with dead plants so it can be nourished in the next life,” Sirius says easily. Like this is something he does often. “Watch your step, handsome.” 

Remus heeds the warning, stepping carefully around the circle and behind the two of you. That’s when he notices your clothes. 

For Sirius, wearing black isn’t so unusual. He knows it sets off his tattoos and comparatively milky complexion, and he loves nothing more than a dramatic juxtaposition. But you, Remus didn’t even know you owned clothes this colorless. Your dress is loose and flowy, an inky black that’s more of a contrast against your generally lighthearted disposition than it’s ever been against Sirius’ coloring. You look lovely as always, but like a dulled version of your usual self. 

“Are we having a funeral?” Remus asks carefully.

Your posture is slumped, droopy as a weeping willow. “Yeah,” you reply glumly. “I went to take out the trash, and I couldn’t see in front of me. I crushed them.” Your voice seems to quiet further at the end, some mixture of shame and mourning clogging your throat. 

“Them?”

“The snail,” Sirius clarifies. He rubs between your shoulder blades. “It was an accident, sweetheart.” 

You nod, taking in a bolstering breath. “A funeral feels like the least I can do to try to honor them after cutting their life short.” 

“Oh, that’s very thoughtful of you.” Remus kneels on your other side, ignoring Sirius’ sharp look when he can’t help a little grunt at the ache in his joints. He sets your drinks where they won’t get knocked over. “Maybe this was a very old snail, and you found it at the end of its life.” 

“I just hope they didn’t leave a family behind,” you fret. 

“I’m sure even if they did,” he says, reaching for his most reassuring tone, “their family would appreciate what a nice resting place you’ve made for them.” He pets the back of your head. “And that you’ve dressed up so nicely to say goodbye.” 

You turn your face towards the ground, and Remus notices a soft pout to your bottom lip. Sirius seems to spot it at the same time. The other boy lifts your chin to kiss at it sweetly. 

“Do you want to say a few words, lovely?”

Remus smiles over the top of your head at his softhearted boyfriend. Were it anyone else, Sirius would be making endless fun of them for creating such a fuss over a snail’s death, but because it’s you he’s in all the way. (Evidently, he’s learned his lesson after the time he squashed a mosquito in cold blood. You would hardly look at him for days until he apologized.) 

You nod, clearing your throat. “I hope you’re going somewhere with tall grass,” you say, “and lots of soft, wet dirt. And I hope this food gives you sustenance for the journey.” 

You mean the dead leaves, Remus supposes. He presses a kiss to the side of your head. “I’m sure it appreciates that, darling.” 

“And if you want to reincarnate as an elephant to step on me, I completely understand.” 

���Oh.” Sirius coughs. “Don’t we think that’s a bit far?”

“Yeah,” Remus agrees. “You’ve put yourself through enough already, that’s probably not necessary.” 

You look between your boyfriends, bemused. “I’m only trying to make things fair. I killed them first.” 

“I just think we ought to have a bit more faith in this snail,” says Sirius. “I doubt they’re out for revenge; they strike me as the forgiving sort. No need to relinquish yourself to an untimely squishing.” 

You frown. “I suppose you’re right. Snails don’t have very long memories anyway, so as a group they might not be very inclined to hold grudges…” 

“Exactly.” He gives your shoulder a loving pat. “Now, it looks like Remus has brought us something. Haven't you, handsome?” 

Remus gives you both a small smile, reaching for your drinks. “Here’s a coffee, and a tea for you, dove. Let’s get out of the cold and drink them inside, yeah?” 

“Okay.” You give the snail one last, speaking look before starting to stand. 

Sirius hurries to Remus’ side, forcing him to use the other boy for support as he straightens up, knees protesting. 

“Your hair’s all wet,” he murmurs. 

“I know,” Sirius gripes under his breath, but Remus can hear the fondness hidden beneath his grousing. “I figured you’d be upset if I let her go out in the rain to find her ceremonial leaves alone.” 

Remus chuckles and kisses his part. “I’ll make some soup before you both catch cold.” 

“She’ll only think it’s karmic if we do.” 

“No, not really.” Sirius hasn’t kept his voice quiet enough to avoid your hearing, and now you’re looking at him with an earnest bemusement. “It would be karmic if I got sick, but you haven’t done anything wrong, Sirius.” 

Remus tsks. “I think you’ve repented enough already, dove,” he says. “Let’s get you both dried off.” 

[erinwantstowrite]

Since we all know that Dick would sob at the sight of itty bitty Peter, what would be the reactions of the other members of the Batfam?

basing this off of the very, very limited one shot I started writing of this, that may or may not take a while to post... they're gonna keep trying to steal Peter, only to find out that Peter is a velcro kid and will cry if he's separated from Dick in any way. The only one who's able to? Jason. He does, indeed, lord that over everyone