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obsessedwithstarwars · 4 months

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Still Alive (But Barely Breathing)

If someone had told Red Hood that he was going to climb through the wrong window at one of his many safe houses, he’d have laughed and flipped them off. Not just because it probably would have been the Demon Brat saying it and disregarding the little fucker would certainly get under his skin. And piss off Bruce. No. Jason was definitely too careful to make a mistake like that.

Well, until tonight.

To be fair, he had been shot. Twice. A through and through in his side, hopefully not damaging anything important, and once in the arm. But that might’ve been a graze. Going by pain, it hurt less than his side. Somewhere between “I need a bandaid” and “stepping on an infinite number of Legos with sharp teeth” on the pain scale. Honestly, he didn’t even want to look until he was safe. It’s not a problem if I can’t see it. And he was currently not safe judging by the sword the resident of this apartment held at his throat.

The first thing he noted was that she wasn’t afraid. In fact, she seemed hella pissed. Her beautiful blue eyes flashed in the moonlight. Most people, when they saw the helmet, along with his stature (Dickface said he was built like a tank) and intimidating presence, well, they got a little scared. This woman stood resolute, calm and determined in the face of danger. She had the presence of an Amazonian warrior. Now, Jason wasn’t much of a betting man, but he’d have put money down on her winning this fight.

Too many voices were vying for dominance in his mind. A part of him thought that if he could get the sword away from his throat, he stood a fighting chance of getting away. Another part considered his injuries. He was lightheaded already which was not a good sign. He needed to get out of here and get help fast. Another part geeked out over the sword. It was exquisite. This woman really had taste. The ornate filigree handle looked like a Swiss rapier, circa late 1600s. But the blade was not fragile like a rapier. In fact, it looked more like a sturdy longsword. Like she had taken pieces of history and meshed them together to create a sword that was beautiful but deadly. Another very small voice thought she was beautiful. He tried to ignore the last one it definitely wouldn’t help him here and hatch a plan to escape. She stepped further into the moonlight and all thoughts flew out of his head. He could have sworn her eyes were ice blue. Now they were a familiar bright green; practically glowing. Where had he seen that color before?

Trying to think made his head all fuzzy. Oh well. Time for some introductions. He felt like a seasoned warrior out to meet a new friend or foe. Attempting to speak felt like an impossible task.

“Hi.” He choked out, his voice gravelly and menacing with the helmet on.

“Hi Mister Red Hood!” A boy’s voice rang out from behind the woman. Oh shit. There was a kid. How did he not see a kid? Why was there a kid here?! He glanced around and noticed the sparse furniture along with a few moving boxes stacked in the corner. He… did he have the wrong apartment? This was his safe house in the Narrows. As far as he knew, no one lived on his floor or in the apartments above or below his. That’s what made this safe house perfect. It was convenient. It was safe.

The woman whispered something to the boy. He couldn’t tell if the words she spoke in a foreign yet all too familiar language were what made his blood run cold. Or the rapid blood loss was getting to him. Right. He needed help. Now. That forced him back into focus. He could feel his thoughts slowly slipping away. He grabbed onto the edge of the windowsill he’d just climbed through, grunting in pain at the sudden gush of blood coming from his side.

The woman tentatively lowered her sword, concern etched on her face. Good. This was good. He was… what was he doing? A wave of dizziness washed over him and he fell backward onto the floor. Black started forming around the edges of his vision. The woman rushed to his side and leaned over him. Her touch was light as she quickly assessed his wounds. Her hair enveloped his vision, so all he could see was her beautiful face. She was talking to him, face to face, er well, helmet, but he couldn’t hear her. Her voice distorted and muffled.

His last thought was, “Damn she’s pretty.” Before succumbing to sleep.

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seawaveleo · 2 months

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enjoying season 10 immensely

#keralis #impulsesv #xbcrafted #hermitcraft #hc s10 #hc10 #mcyt #fanart #digital art #art #waveleoart #(how is this my first actual fanart of something that happened in game (not presaved art))#(probs bc of school lol - i’m trying not to procrastinate on film this year like last year by doing fanart but…)#(since my sleep schedule is so royally effed up tonight i will draw)#(it’s 4:23am when i’m writing this so if i get the time i’ll add the id tomorrow.. hopefully)

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eloquent-edits · 2 months

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🗡️ “I can assure you, we are just friends.”

definitely not something that’s a little more than friends 🗡️ friends with benefits prompts 🗡️ 18+ prompts

While Person A is chatting with their friends, Person B sidles up to A and subtly trails a finger up their spine (does A stutter? go completely silent at the electricity going through their body? start to get red but manage to keep their composure? TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS)

B begs A to not leave any marks because they just can’t let this secret get out

For that beach episode: A takes off their shirt, exposing scratch marks from a recent session… B hides a sly grin as A is questioned about who they’re with

A is very physically affectionate in general, but has fallen into the habit of only bothering B in public with it

^ A wants to interact with B in many ways and just ends up biting their arm jokingly to satiate that desire (yes, their friends think this is weird)

B needs to be held accountable for finishing their work, so A comes over to hang out… they do not get work done for a while

At a party, B can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy when they spot A flirting with someone

A’s childhood friend is in town and A is super excited to have them meet B (B is quietly panicking over making a good impression and wondering what A has said about them)

A and B are in the same anatomy class and they spend a lot of time studying together (A is most certainly a hands-on learner hehehehe)

“Is that B’s shirt?” “What? Oh, uh, yes… My shirt got dirty the last time I was over there so they’re washing mine for me.”

“Is that A’s shirt?” “Yes. What about it?” “…Does A know you have their shirt?” “Nope!”

They really only planned on the midnight rendezvous, not falling asleep afterwards, so A and B go get morning coffee together (they are both very grumpy but still enjoying each other’s company)

Inside jokes during sexy times bleed into their normal banter, leading to some questionable looks from their friends

A gets a little drunk and B expects them to slip up and expose their true relationship, but instead A is very wholesome and remains steadfast on their boundaries; B is so proud of them for this

B is desperately trying to get something off their mind, so A offers a distraction for the night… it’s Mario Kart and whoever loses owes the other a favor

Any of their plans to go out have to include wiggle room in case they get preoccupied (soon it’s not just B that’s always late to events)

While their friends are occupied in another room, A and B intertwine their bodies and try to stay quiet—key word here is TRY

“I bet A would really like [insert kink here]…” “Nah, they’re not really into that.” “How the fuck do you know that?”

All their friends take the BDSM test as a joke and A and B secretly take notes on what the other person likes/dislikes to make the benefits side better

If given the choice, A will always pick the seat next to B so they can tease them under the table

During a passionate session, A accidentally draws blood while gripping B’s back (A apologizes over and over while tending to B, who just has a shit-eating grin the whole time)

Whenever B cracks yet another terrible joke, A has to refrain from kissing it off their face

A and B take a break from the benefits whenever one of them wants to pursue someone else (your characters can have healthy boundaries and communication!!! I am BEGGING y’all to write characters that actually communicate with each other)

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somehow-a-human · 25 days

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An in no way definitive list of the things in Good Omens 2 that haunt my dreams.

The fast forwarding/rewinding sound effect in Ep1 when we are zooming in on the bookshop for the first time when Aziraphale receives Maggie's letter.

The double car honk that Aziraphale distinctly and worriedly looks out of Maggies record shop window toward. When else do we hear double car honks? 1. When Gabriel arrives in Soho, 2. when Muriel arrives in Soho, 3.???

When Shax threatens Crowley in the Bentley the plants in the backseat start shaking and squealing with fear.

The shattering/tinkling sound effect when Aziraphale gets out of the Bentley after returning from Edinburgh. Then when it happens the second time he looks confusedly back towards the noise. WHAT IS IT.

The presence/absence of Gabriel's statues cross in his flashback sequence.

The worth of a life, 5 pounds vs 90 guineas in 1827; 7 pounds 5 shillings vs 27 pounds 5 shillings in 1941. (adding this gem from @unabashedlyshadowynightmare : the cost of a flavoured latte in present day)

"high fidelity" and it being mentioned many times

The puppet resembling Crowley being named "Marv McGreedy" and the one resembling Aziraphale being named "Rodney Ryan".

The fact that Crowley revealed the body swap to Gabriel.

Shax bringing Crowley his mail at the ball.

#good omens 2 #good omens #good omens meta #michael sheen #crowley #david tennant #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #good omens theories #good omens clues #have this to chew on while i mull over the next POV post #its giving me troubles #1941 is proving to be weird and idk how to write about it #its outlined but i’m hitting a block when i try to actually string it all together

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withclawandvine · 7 months

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today i am thinking about helping hawks with those hard-to-reach pinfeathers

it’s the ones closest to the base of his wings that get him; that tricky place where flesh meets feather, and his very human rotator cuffs can only twist so far. so despite the itchy discomfort, he can only wait for the protective sheath around the new feathers to chip away on its own, aided by the obscenely high water pressure in his penthouse shower. but that was before you.

you, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed and eyebrows raised as you take in the sight of him — still dripping from his shower, arm contorted awkwardly behind him, reaching up from beneath his left wing, falling mere centimeters short of the spot that was bothering him. as he turns to look at you, his frustrated grimace shifts into a bashful smile.

your smile, meanwhile, is imbued with amusement. “need some help?”

unsurprisingly, you’d never heard the term pinfeather in your life, but listen raptly as he explains that the white needles are new feathers, coated in a shell of keratin until they’re done growing. you catch on quick, gently pinching one between your thumb and forefinger, gasping a little when the sheath turns to dust with the slightest bit of friction and reveals a vibrant crimson feather.

a task that had seemed so insurmountable to keigo takes you only a few minutes. he rolls his shoulders and ruffles his wings with a sigh of relief before turning around to thank you. that’s when he sees it, that melancholic look in your eye you get when he knows you’re thinking about him — his stolen youth and solitary existence. he also knows that no amount of it’s not that big of a deals or i’m fine now, reallys will ease your mind, so he opts for diversion instead.

“you know,” he starts in a drawl, “in the wild, preening is a way birds bond with their mates.”

it kind of works. at the very least, it gets you smiling again, “is that so?”

“yeah. it’s a…” he trails off, suddenly shy. and he knows he’s trying too hard to sound casual when he continues, “it’s a show of trust.”

you roll your eyes with affection, taking his aversion to vulnerability in stride and leaning in to kiss him. “i love you too, keigo.”

#anyway there’s probably plenty of fics about this but i saw a tiktok about bird maintenance and this wouldn’t leave me alone #i’m trying to get into my hawks bag #he's been on the brain lately #even tho i'm actually kinda freaked out by birds believe it or not #mha #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #my writing: mha

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dantoru · 5 months

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sorcevalier kissy

#guys you’ll never guess what i’m drawing next. You’ll never guess. Maybe it’s ruikasa idk though🙄#all i fucking post. please save me. please free me.#i’m TRYING to write smth again idk when i’ll finish it if ever #but i’ll draw them again. i might draw mizuan or mizunene next actually idk though #i say i will and then i just draw fucking ruikasa again #they got me hook line and sinker man #project sekai #wonderlands x showtime #rui kamishiro #tsukasa tenma #ruikasa #my art

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corrodedcoughin · 1 year

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pretend with me for a second that the song ‘when I think about you I touch myself’ came out just after the defeat of Vecna. Steves car is in the shop and Eddie’s van is still detained as evidence (even though he was cleared months ago)

So they are without a car and in need of a ride. Which is how they find themselves being driven to hellfire (honorary member Steve is attending so he can stare at Eddie under the guise of babysitting and Eddie? Eddie would do anything to have him there because, no, they still aren’t together yet. Both of them convinced the other just wants a ‘friend’)

And who is driving them? Claudia Henderson. She actually insisted when she found out neither of them had a car, wanting to try and pay them back for everything they’ve done for Dustin. Of course said boy is sitting between the other two in the back of Claudia’s car. She also insisted that they all sit in the back ‘let me be your chauffeur for the night!’ And none of them were going to deny her, they’ve seen her wrath before.

Claudia’s got the radio as close to blasting as she’ll allow, Dustin is squeezed between two of his favourite people and Steve and Eddie? They are doing their usual game of cat and mouse, sneaking glances and hoping the other boy doesn’t see.

Which is when the fateful song comes on. Newly released. None of them aware of the lyrics. So as the singer croons

‘I don’t want anybody else

When I think about you I touch myself’

The car goes dead silent. I’m truth dustin and Claudia aren’t really paying attention, in a world if their own. But Eddie? Steve? It’s like a bucket of cold water has been poured over their heads. Eyes trained to anywhere but each other. Steve has a thousand yard stare directly out the window and Eddie is fumbling with his rings as he takes them on and off, dropping the majority of them when the chorus comes round again.

It’s a very long car ride.

#this is so bleh but the idea is funny to me in a way #I’m just crampy and honestly might repost this as a three sentence post instead of a drawn out shit post #please don’t judge my writing on this I’m just trying to distract myself #fun song funny imaginary scene if it were to be done properly #take this little ramble #idk my guys it’s Sunday lets be silly #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #was going to be wayne but he only listens to ccr country blues and rock #actually to ME Wayne is a Cher fan

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stealingyourbones · 1 year

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Short DPXDC Prompts #592

Harvey is mid bank heist when he hears “Harv? Is that you? It’s been so long!” From one of his hostages. Oh that voice was so incredibly familiar there’s no way-

Well he’ll be damned. Jack and Maddie Fenton, the couple he had a momentary fling with in college were pushing through the crowds and fully ignoring his goons pointing half a dozen guns at them as they made their way towards him.

———

Harvey couldn’t believe it. Jack and Maddie were still deeply in love and as crazy as ever, but they kept reaching out to him. They didn’t seem to mind him as the broken man that he is unlike another college friend. They treated him like a person. They didn’t expect his therapy and treatment to magically change him back to how he was, they just were happy that he was happy.

They mentioned once before that they messed up with how they treated their son but they realized their mistake and did their absolute damndest to make it up to their kids. They weren’t going to villainize their college ex. They were going to support him and be for him every step of the way.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny phantom #bones writes in the tags #bones prompts #what I’m saying is Harvey/Maddie/Jack could be a really cool pairing #college era fwb or college fling maybe? either way: they are in love #Harvey is a bastard who doesn’t understand that Maddie and Jack’s weapons and inventions they’re giving him #to cause chaos and crime in gotham is their way of showing their love towards him #they’re trying to help and they’re doing their best and their best is actually pretty damn good #they treat Two-Face and Harvey both like real people and they aren’t afraid of him. it’s a nice change of pace #Batman captures Jack and Maddie and they tell him that they’re shocked that Bruce didn’t get together with Harvey after college #first of all: holy fuck they know his identity #second of all: They’re just talking to him like an old college buddy who they haven’t caught up with in ages

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theminecraftbee · 3 months

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so in the smallishsona au, I think I’ve mentioned some of this, but joel’s velvet room situation is as follows:

his velvet room itself takes the form of a small yacht, fording its way across an endless sea of souls. obviously, as is the case with most persona games, he mostly only sees the inside, but there’s an unnervingly endless blue sea outside. sometimes, joel swears the sea foam looks like butterflies—or maybe faces. joel has to say, if igor and jimmy aren’t lying, and the form the velvet room has taken says something about its guest—well, this has gotta be someone else’s, right? because joel’s not a big fan of water at the moment. (it is not someone else’s.)

speaking of igor and jimmy: igor is just igor, and the only canon persona character in this au (with a BIG asterisk for. the butterflies). for the non-persona fans: igor is the mysterious master of the velvet room, and helps our protagonist fuse personas. he is offputting in appearance, but despite his seemingly evil aesthetics, he is genuinely at heart a polite and kind entity who wants what is best for his guests.

helping igor is his attendants, a different one for each guest. joel’s velvet room attendant is jimmy, the only non-hermit in the au (rather intentionally, even; the fact jimmy isn’t a hermit is a fun nod to his other worldly nature). jimmy helps keep track of joel’s deck of personas in the compendium and, through joel, is going to learn about humanity. he’s also MEANT to be helping guide joel in the trials of being a wild card… but he IS jimmy.

I think joel gets to form a direct social link with jimmy and i think that link is the hanged man, pending that I don’t think of a better arcana here.

as for fusion itself: I’m going back to the “personas on tarot cards” aesthetic, except instead of forming magic circles/spreads to do fusions, the fusion ritual is shuffling a deck. for fusions, jimmy hands igor a deck, then igor takes it, shuffles the cards to fuse in, lets joel cut the deck, then pulls the top card to give to joel. other persona rituals involve other games you can play with cards… even if those games are being played with tarot cards here.

the aesthetic of jimmy having a big book for the compendium remains, though.

and those are my velvet room thoughts for the au! as I continue to formulate things…

#smallishsona au #now that I actually want to write bits of this I’m trying to flesh out a timeline also but don’t worry about that right now

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mumblesplash · 3 months

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just how it is

#mumbling #sculk #minecraft #sorry it will happen again #trust me most of you guys have not seen a fraction #the people in the minecraft discord know #and even they have been spared #actually that writing snippet i posted earlier reminded me #i had this whole thing a while back where i was trying to figure out how to depict signing in this setting #bc it seems kind of self evident to me that everyone in the ancient city would be fluent in sign language #and i’m willing to go with ‘they use asl for the same reason i depict them as speaking in english’#but even then im not actually sure how to draw it

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static-radio-ao3 · 1 month

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@jegulus-microfic // march 18 // prompt: instrument // words: 758 // part two + part three

“What do you play?” James asks, voice muffled as he is digging through his laundry basket.

“Huh?”

“Instrument, I mean.” James turns to face him. His glasses are halfway down his nose and Regulus’ fingers twitch with the need to adjust them. James is annoyingly handsome. Even in the middle of the night when his hair is tousled and his glasses are smudged and he has baby formula on his ratty college shirt, tan skin glowing under the fluorescent lights of the basement laundry room.

“What do you play? We’ve been talking every night but I don’t even know what instrument you play. I hear you sometimes when I get home.”

“Shit, I'm sorry, I can try to keep it down.”

“No, please, I like it!” Another second of rummaging before James shuts the door to the machine, twists the dial and presses the start button. “It sounds nice. Harry likes it too.”

James checks the volume on the baby monitor again, making sure it is still turned all the way up. When he is sure it didn’t magically turn off in the minute since he checked last, he places it gingerly on the bench in the middle of the room, sitting down next to Regulus.

Their shoulders brush. His arm feels warm where it is pressed against James’, despite the frigid air in the basement.

“Ah, thank you. It's uh— violin. I'm at the conservatory for classical music.”

“You must be really hard-working, then.”

This pleases Regulus, satisfaction burrowing its way into his chest, making him preen a little. People always think he is talented.

Secretly, Regulus hates that word. He has never been talented. No particular skill that stood out — and his parents made sure he knew it.

So yes, Regulus is hard-working. Passionate. Stays up until 3 A.M. to practice, tucked away in the laundry room so he doesn’t wake Sirius in their tiny two-bedroom apartment.

That’s how this whole thing started. Regulus, resident insomniac, slipping out of bed with his violin tucked under his arm. James, still adjusting to the fact that his son is now sleeping through the night, doing chores on the wrong side of midnight.

“I have to be, if I want to be the best,” Regulus says.

“I’ll have to come see you play sometime, then.” James makes it sound like a give. Like it is something he is willing to make time for. Regulus’ heart flutters. Traitor, he whispers at it.

“Do you now?” His teeth tug at the dry skin on his lips, picking at it until he bleeds. Sirius always tells him off for it but it is a nervous habit he has yet to beat.

“Absolutely. If you’ll have me that is.”

A hurried yes almost bursts from him, but he traps it behind his teeth before he can actually say it. He tries to play it cool despite the heat in his face, a teasing tone as he says, “Maybe. Gotta see if you’re worth keeping around first.”

James laughs at that. Regulus thinks it sounds sweeter than his violin ever has.

“I’ll be such a good audience, I swear. I can make a career-switch. Go from sports reporting to music reporting.” Because James works for the local newspaper. Writes sports columns. Takes his son with him to football games, a tiny infant strapped to his chest. The mental image of James at a recital with baby Harry on his hip makes Regulus’ heart flutter again. “Would that be enough proof of my dedication?”

More fluttering. Traitor, traitor, traitor. Regulus pretends to ponder on it for a moment.

“It’ll do. For now.”

James scoffs. Rolls his eyes. “For now, he says.”

It sounds fond.

Neither of them says anything else but Regulus doesn’t mind it. His eyes are trained on the laundry machine with his clothes in it. He watches it spin and spin and spin. Lets himself get hypnotized by the repetitive motion, the quiet humming, James’ even breaths. It’s peaceful.

“Same time tomorrow?” Regulus asks when he has gathered all his laundry, the basket propped against his hip. He doesn’t miss the way James’ eyes droop with his nod. He chuckles softly at the sight. “Get some sleep, James.”

A mumbled, “Sweet dreams” follows him out of the room.

For once, Regulus is eager to fall asleep, only so he can see James again tomorrow.

It is only in the silent halls of the apartment building that he lets himself think that there is no sweeter dream than those moments they share.

#hello microfic enjoyers. daddy’s home.#(i mean me btw)#also i’m actually not home i am simply dropping this off before leaving again #sorrey #anyways uhhh tags #give it up for the laundry room romance!!#i just think they’d be so soft and sleepy but still trying to stay awake to talk to each other #and then slipping into their respective beds with a grin on their faces #regulus black #james potter #starchaser #jegulus #jegulus microfic #mil’s microfics #mil’s writing

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crazy-fangirl2524 · 8 days

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Andrew Minyard puts on his black combat boots and black armbands. He wears his black hoodie because Andrew is not like other boys. His newest teammate Neil Josten has an aura of danger that Andrew knows he is better off not getting close. But Andrew cannot help it. He is like a moth drawn to a flame. Neil’s untamed auburn hair that is never styled yet it is messy in an effortless way and his big blue orbs that must have a lot of hidden secrets. Andrew knows he should not play with fire but with that toned body Andrew minyard can not stay away.

Whatever, not like Neil josten would notice him anyways. He is the outcast in his teams and no one likes him. Neil josten would not care about him.

Imagine Andrew’s surprise when Neil josten joins him on the roof and shares his secrets. Andrew is right, Neil has a very dark past that is even darker than Andrew’s. Neil is involved in the mafia! But because Andrew is not like other boys he does not care and promise to protect Neil even though Andrew probably cannot do anything if anything happens. Neil probably has to be the one to save Andrew.

Neil also turns out to be loaded and he buys Andrew a car when his was destroyed and Andrew cannot say no to a Maserati.

Everyone else on the team is so shock when super attractive good looking Neil josten will choose to be with someone like Andrew minyard but Neil does not care and growls at anyone that says anything bad about Andrew.

#THIS IS SATIRE #SATIRE #okay this is satire pls don’t take this seriously #I have the idea to write like cringy wattpad from Andrew pov but the more I write the more I’m like oh no I feel like Andrew’s inner #monologue is exactly like that and I could not differentiate and had to try so hard lmao #I literally just have to tone shit up and like use cringy words and summarise the books and boom wow bad boy billionaire mafia Neil #and y/n Andrew!!!#I was low-key laughing out loud at how accurate this is tho like wdym this is exactly what happens in the books #from now on if people ask me what’s aftg about I’ll show them this #and that’s why Nora has amazing writing skills because imagine being able to write this shit in such a poetic way #and actually adding layers and deep meanings and it’s not dumb or cringe #anyways I love aftg and Nora sakavic #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #aftg series #aftg fandom #aftg incorrect quotes #andrew minyard #neil josten #andrew joseph minyard #the sunshine court #aftg thoughts #aftg reread #aftg shitpost #tfc shitpost #incorrect tfc #tfc textpost #aftg andreil

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chaoswarfare · 1 year

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dp x dc prompt #23

Danny gets summoned by the justice league, but he’s tired, just finished a ghost fight, missed his morning coffee, is running late on several college assignments, and has been summoned multiple times this week.

Or- Danny screams at the justice league for summoning him until someone offers to help with his rogues and homework, not that they really know what they’re offering to do. The summoning is wrapped up, the big bad is defeated, and Danny gets to go home. Too bad that one of the heroes is absolutely infatuated.

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tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land · 1 year

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Just some kids

#the vampire dies in no time #kyuuketsuki sugu shinu #kyuushi #tvdint #ronadora #draluc #ronaldo kyuushi #ronaldo tvdint #tinydraws #i have a fanfic idea for these two #in the highschool au i mean #but i gotta get through the one i’m working on first #and another one #cuz the hs au one is a chapter fic that i may or may not actually have enough content/energy to finish lol #for some reason i keep trying to draw umbrellas despite the fact i cant draw umbrellas #just like i keep putting fight scenes in my fics despite the fact that i cant write fight scenes #smiley face :)

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yourlazykitkat · 5 days

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I don’t know why but I always imagine azris falling in love in the the winter court.

They’d both be there for work- Eris seamlessly stringing people along with his silver tongue, Azriel spying through the pale shadows of winter. There’s a mutual understanding that when Eris notices a few rebellious shadows, he looks away with a blinding smile so that whatever courtier he’s charming doesn’t see a thing, that when Azriel watches Eris slip into the private rooms- he calls his own spies off and attends himself so that whisper of a conspiracy does not bleed out. They don’t get along at all but they are reluctant allies.

Which makes things confusing when Eris catches a glimpse of Azriel from his guest room windows. The sharp, dangerous edges of an imposing Ilyrian softening in the gentle rain of snow, sleet falling on a beautiful face which shifts from cold stone to quiet wonder. Things are confusing when Azriel as a spy, an extremely unwelcome guest, has no place to stay but cold abandoned rooms and empty rafters. Illyrians are resistant to the colder more than others but it doesn’t stop Eris taking pity on Azriel who’s shoulders are stiff and fingers are blue. Eris is warm, his hand drags Azriel to his own quarters- Azriel has never held someone who’s blood runs so hot. He wonders if all autumn fae are like this or if it’s just Eris. The autumn prince will hide Azriel in his room and it gets confusing when late nights when either of them can sleep, they start talking about Eris’ dogs, Azriel’s shadows. They argue until they have to go to bed furious at each other (but keep each other warm) on some nights and others, they confess forgotten dreams and weak promises.

It’s confusing because they’re both workaholics who know better than this. There’s no playing at work- that just leads to horrible choices and decisions that they can’t afford to make. They act on behalf of their courts, they’ve learned better than to listen to their thundering, traitorous hearts.

It was useless to fight it, the surge of emotion, the falling in love. Azriel has never felt more helpless when he treks the wintery forests with Eris one day for no other reason than the fact he wants to- watching Eris scale a tree with a fire flickering beneath his feet. Eris shakes the tree, ice and snow falls on Azriel and he can only look in the same wonder as that first night. Eris slips, on purpose or on accident, and Azriel rushes forward to soften the other’s fall. The flash of lovely red hair again the pure snow, warm laughter ringing out and Eris as an anchor in his arms- Azriel has never been more helpless.

Or Eris, who plays along with the winter nobles, with the high lord and lady. By the end of the day, he’s exhausted with these games. He doesn’t want to play with the mask. In quiet moments of respite, he sits in the cozy libraries with a book and by the frosted windows. He never finishes a book because by the time he opens to the first page, writing appears in the frost. Telling him he looks stupid, telling him he looks like a pretentious fuck. Telling him that they’ll bring back liquorice tonight from the court’s premiere confectionary even though liquorice fucking sucks Eris. Eris will write back. They’ll spar with a thesaurus: brute, prick, pain in my ass, the bane of my existence, the death of me- and one day the frost answers back a word Eris doesn’t recognise. But he is in a library and he hunts down the answer and when he does, his ears are red all through dinner. It was too much effort, he thinks to himself when laying in bed with Azriel who sleeps soundly with a strong arm over Eris, too fight against this.

#azris #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #eris vanserra #eris acotar #i’m just a delulu girl living in an azris world #azris supremacy #acotar #sorry I haven’t posted in a while #I’m always thinking about azris #but I’ve been trying to write actual fics for azris week #I love them #I think they should kiss in the snow #also an excellent opportunity for a sick fic #what is a fandom without a sickfic

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sodacrisps · 4 months

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Hi

I did half a thing and this lovely piece by dear @tiramegtoons pushed me to finish it up a bit more

No, right?

(also hi I’m back kinda/kinda not, I’m working on it)

#hiiiii #ahit the snatcher #my art #self insert #y/n insert #ahit #I’m gonna post some random stuff to try to get back in the groove #I actually tried writing a bit for this #but again #not a writer #Snatcher #snatcher x reader

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