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Title: symptomatic
Fandom: Shadowhunters
Summary: Raphael drinks the blood of a cancer patient and takes on the symptoms. Simon is there to help, in all of his confused glory.
Rating: T
Pairing: Raph & Simon, implied Raph/Simon
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It went against everything Simon knew about vampires that Raphael was ill. Vampires weren’t supposed to be sick; they were already dead. It was the one good thing about being one, the lack of worry about falling gravely ill at any given moment.
But Raphael was sick, and he wouldn’t tell Simon why or how it had happened.
“Raphael,” Simon began, hovering by the door to the other vampires’ main room at Hotel Dumort. He peered in, curious eyes darting across the room. Raphael was laying on the couch, hand over his eyes and mouth downturned into a frown. He looked pale, paler than normal. Heavy shadows colored the underside of his eyes.
He turned, glancing over at Simon. “What?” His voice was weak, and he swallowed to try and clear it. “I thought I told you to stay away.”
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Daily reminder to get someone who would break the sound barrier for you <3
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go check this out!!!
The beautiful Helene drawn by @retrograde-tonic !!
#twisted wonderland oc#the isriket chronicles#helene frøstensen#oc artwork#original character#original fiction#fantasy#original project
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excerpt below!!!
excerpt from ghost au:
About half-way through her story, something near the canal’s edge caught his eye. There was a boy there, maybe a year younger than Jesper himself. He had auburn curls that were tipped a muddy brown, like the colors were colliding with one another. His skin was pale, so pale that Jesper thought a moment longer in the sun might torch him alive. It was nearly translucent. Freckles littered his body, so many that for a moment, Jesper wanted to count them, trace constellations with his fingers across this boy's skin. He was wearing an outfit that looked like it could belong to someone’s great grandpa, long collared shirt under a burnt orange vest, a pair of deep brown slacks, and some shiny black shoes that had a point at the tip.
Everything about him was odd. The extremity of his paleness, the outdated fashion, and, as Jesper looked closer, the fact that he seemed to be soaked from head to toe, yet didn’t seem uncomfortable about it at all. He stared at Jesper, blinking slowly. His gaze was alluring.
“Jes?” Nina called, pulling him from his own head. “Jesper, what in the Saints name are you staring at?”
Jesper looked at her, and then back toward the canal.
The boy was gone.
excerpt from tbosas au:
Wylan sighed as Alys buttoned his vest, humming with each movement of her hands. The orange fabric was muted and smooth, not a wrinkle in sight. It laid atop a cream colored long sleeved shirt, and a pair of pants that matched. His auburn curls sat perfectly on his head and his freckled skin had not a square inch of imperfection. Everything was perfect, just like how it should be.
When Alys stepped away, he smiled at her. “Thank you,” he said. She nodded.
“Your father would be proud.”
#sky’s stardust#six of crows#shadow and bone netflix#wylan van eck#jesper fahey#wesper#wesper fanfiction#soc polls
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For a while, I’d look in the mirror and see someone I barely knew, or better yet see someone I wish I never had known in the first place. My reflection was nothing more than an inconvenience, another negative in a sea of pain.
And then I met you. And you called me pretty, called me handsome, called me yours… and suddenly the person looking back at me was someone I didn’t mind being around. Because you liked being around them. And if you liked them, then why couldn’t I give them a chance as well?
It’s silly to think that my view of myself is based on how you view me, but I don’t see it that way. I see it like this:
I never thought anyone could love me. Not the way you do. So why should I love myself? If there’s no one else there to lift me up, what’s another person to drag me down? It doesn’t make a difference.
But I do love myself, and you showed me that. Told me I was worthy of the love you give, told me I deserved to feel that way about myself. And it changed me. Like one flower in a garden turned to two, and suddenly?
I bloomed.
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my gender and sexuality hc’s for the nerds!
Richie: Gay, trans ftm, he/him but doesn’t mind they/them
Max: Bisexual, he/him, cis
Grace: Demisexual Demiromantic Demigirl….. she/they
Steph: Gender-fluid, bisexual
Pete: Trans ftm, he/him, bisexual with fem preference
Ruth: trans mtf, she/they/bun (?), bisexual
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sillie crossover
A small smile overtook Crowley's lips, watching two people who were supposed to be opposites stare at each other with more trust and love than most mundanes could even fathom. It reminded him of his Angel, of the two of them before Aziraphale shattered his heart like a piece of cheap china.
He pushed that thought away. There was no point in dwelling on something that happened over half a decade ago.
“Are the two of you done here?” The smile fell from Crowley's lips, instead replaced by a gentle pout as he directed his words at Magnus. “Watching your Shadowhunter try and read me is more boring than the 14th century, and I slept for most of that.”
Magnus shot him a harmless glare as Alec frowned again. “We should be off in a moment, right Alexander?” He slipped his fingers in between Alec’s squeezing his hand.
Sighing, Alec shook his head. “There’s a demon gallivanting-”
“Technically, I’m lurking,” Crowley interjected. Alec ignored him and kept talking.
“-around New York. We need to take him to the Clave.”
“Why?” asked Crowley. “Why in both Heaven and Hell would you take me to a rubbish institution that gave up on controlling my kind decades ago?” He laughed, tongue snaking out over his lips and running across his top row of teeth idly. “Sounds dumb to me.”
Alec had no response. He stilled, uncertainty crossing his face as his mouth fell ajar. No words came out.
With a little hum, Magnus broke the awkward tension. “You should come to ours,” he began cautiously, shooting Alec a look, “and we can sit and have a drink, figure this all out.”
“There’s nothing to figure out!” Alec hissed, large frame stiff and guarded. Magnus glared at him, and he shrunk. “Don’t look at me like that. Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because, love,” Magnus sighed, turning to his husband and cupping his face, “I need you to
put your guard down, just for a little bit. Do you think you can do that?”
Alec nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Magnus repeated, leaning upward and placing a soft, gentle kiss to the Shadowhunters lips. When he pulled away, he glanced at Crowley. “Come with us?”
Hesitating, Crowley shrugged. “As long as you have wine.”
#sky writes#good omens#shadowhunters#aj crowley#malec#magnus bane#alec lightwood#shadowhunters x good omens#good omens fanfic#shadowhunters fanfic#crossover
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ok so. my boop counter went away before i could check it BUT i know i was above 150 so i’m gonna round it to 200!! expect those sentences by the end of today
writing a sentence of fic for every boop i get!!!
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shayne topp bi wife energy is real how do we feel guys
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STOP ITS REAL OML
stop bc i have trust issues how dare shayne and courtney do this to me
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stop bc i have trust issues how dare shayne and courtney do this to me
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thank you for the tag!!!
Mickey could hear his boyfriends heavy breaths, but he couldn’t tell if they were out of fear, lust, or something else left unsaid.
tags: @bonpocalypse @queereldritch @moriche @localowlhousefanatic @topheecoffee @thenotebookwizard and anyone else who wants to join!!!
Last line challenge
Tagged by @battlekilt
Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).
“You’ve done enough. And now you deserve some rest.”
@ylvisruinedmylife @starsofatlantis @crazycriter @majorsoapfan @tumblingghosts @hannahhook7744 @cleverqueencommander I have no idea who else to tag because I’m not sure whether they do or don’t write/draw or how much :p
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writing a sentence of fic for every boop i get!!!
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𝕮𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖉𝖔𝖒
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because i couldn’t not share this here
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MONUMENTAL OCCASION !!!
i should write some malec to celebrate…
happy one year anniversary to the most iconic moment in tv history
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learning about toxicology and the only thing i can think about is Wylan sitting through a class like this. And now i’m having boarding school au ideas where Wylan is in all the sciencey classes and Jesper is there on a scholarship!!! and they share some classes and Jesper helps him study and they end up being roomies and ough !!! i’m insane about them.
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