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evilminji · 8 months

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Okay, as I have mentioned, I'm Ace AF. And you know that plot line in kids cartoons where the alien or foreign Warrior Royalty just sort of *violently kicks down door in full armor* "We Will Marry."? I?? Always said:

"Sure!" (#OhThankFUCK!)

Like what do you mean "No"? The powerful, attractive, monarch that is very into you has travel a great distance JUST to marry you! Now you don't have to date! They seem nice! You can skip the whole "trying to find a life partner" awkwardness.

So, Sudden New Fiancee(tm) how we doing this? Blended customs? Two weddings? One in your peoples traditions, one in mine? Should we invite your family? Tell me more about yourself.

God, this solves just... SO MUCH for me? No having to make small talk. No "do they like me?" Or "am I reading the signs here right?" No failed dates! It's positively ideal! AND they announced why they were qualified, in a VERY impressive show of power and prestige, when they arrived! Good lineage AND accomplished!! Very nice.

Don't get why everyone's so upset.

Sure the "we leave at once" thing that usually follows would have to be discussed, but that's what you DO as spouses. Really guys, it's like you think I'm incapable of common sense here.

And you know who probably agrees with me? Damian Wayne.

Hell is other people, INDEED. You expect him to just... randomly go up to people and try Courting them? What do you MEAN it's "creepy" to compile portfolios on eligible individuals of worthy bloodlines? How ELSE is he supposed to know if they are worth attempting to talk too?!

There are BILLIONS of humans on this gods forsaken rock, Richard! Is he supposed to just GUESS? Gamble and hope for LUCK? This is a MARRIAGE not a "best friends club"!

Then? Danny showes up.

Gotham heard her baby talking. Heard her KING being harassed by clearly plotting Observants and power hungry ghosts MANY times his age. Connected some dots. Formed themselves a new OTP.

Danny says "Fuck It". Worst he can say is No. According to Gotham, he is neither Shy not the meek obedient sort. Is in fact, VERY stabby. So if he's not interested he'll no doubt be BRUTALLY clear about that.

So? Danny gets Fright Knight. Go get him a horse. Someone fetch Cujo some armor. He's been told the guy like weapons and animals.

TIME TO BE IMPRESSIVE.

He goes FULL Regalia. Armor of solid night sky. Cape of frost and stardust. Crown like crack in reality itself, through which the cosmos gleam and shift. He gets a horse from the far frozen. They're wooly and carnivorous. Gets THE most impressive sword he can find to wear.

It's gonna be a gift, since he doesn't need it.

He does the whole "rend the skies open" thing. Fan fair and knights. Every title he's ever been given, no matter how embarrassing he find them in reality. And announces his intentions. Declares that ONLY Damian Wayne, aka. Robin, is WORTHY to Marry Him. And (in the traditional Ghost proposal of "either accept or tell me to fuck off" /w violence) Demands Damian accept his offer of Marriage.

Right there.

IN THE WATCHTOWER.

In front of EVERYBODY. And yes, ESPECIALLY the Bats. Who are making glitching, vaguely threatening DEMONIC NOISES. Because? You... you THREATEN the BABY? Death. Ten thousand years DEATH.

People are :O ing and backing away from the visible heatwave of unadulterated FURY being put off by Batman. Danny is nano-second from every bone his ANCESTORS had being reduced to a fine paste.

Then? Damian consider him... considers the sword being thrust in his direction, still held aloft in a steady and armored hand... contemplates those titles for a second...

And goes: "Acceptable. Very well, but I have demands."

N..... Nani the FUCK? Says local Bat-Dad. No??? You are NOT GETTING MARRIED.

Try to stop him. He very obviously IS, according to Damian, the man brought him a kick ass sword and has a giant green dog. Is the king of an ENTIRE REALITY. Yes, he realizes he probably COULD do better... but frankly? This one's cute. But if it upset you so... extended engagement. There. Happy?

NO! Because the JLA Dark are LOSING THEIR SHIT. Damian is still UNDERAGE. We don't even know how OLD this being is! NO MARRIAGE.

Damian is unimpressed. A whole six months? That he's likely already LIVED thanks to various timeloops, temporal shenanigans, and reality warping bits of fuckery? You're reaching.

Just? Marriage Meet Cute.

@hdgnj @ailithnight @the-witchhunter @nerdpoe

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #marriage meet cute au #danny phantom #damian wayne #bruce may break his no killing rule #dick DEFINITELY about to break the no killing rule #tim is making out with Kon in a closet and misses most of this #good for him honestly

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fitzs-trained-monkey · 4 months

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Merry Christmas, Darling

Word Count: 1,200 (Tiny for me, but I haven't written in almost a year so forgive me.)

Summary: Ominis is going to miss you over the holidays. || Ominis Gaunt x reader|| Hurt but with plenty of comfort.

Warnings: This is as fluffy as a good sweater.

In the eyes of Ominis Gaunt, Christmas was a complicated thing. He loved it. Truly. Though, he'd never actually had one until he was eleven years old - when Anne and Sebastian Sallow invited him to their uncle's cottage in Feldcroft. They asked him to be there, they told him all these stories about how muggles celebrate the holiday, and their modest Christmas dinner was the best thing he'd ever tasted. The whole house felt so warm.

And...

They gave him gifts.

No one had ever done that.

He hadn't had anything for them that first time, but they told him that was alright. Of course, he had remedied his ignorance every year afterward and for three more blissful years, everything was perfect.

Until fifth year, when Ominis' only Christmas gift was comforting Anne through her nightmares – frightful visions of a goblin disemboweling itself in front of her. And her brother's manic grin.

Ominis was sixteen now, and Sebastian was gone. Anne was too.

In all his time at school, he'd never gone home for winter break and he didn't intend to now. Even if he had nowhere to go instead.

Because you were leaving him too.

He'd be, once again, alone.

You'd be going home to your own family to spend Christmas surrounded by love and warmth. Not that he wasn't happy for you, he was! But you wouldn't be with him. It wasn't your fault. You'd begged your parents to let him come along.

But why, oh why, would they ever approve? How could they possibly want him – a Gaunt – in their household?

"That family has a reputation, Y/N." They'd said.

Well, they were right. And he was bitter. And he was sad. And he just wanted to spend Christmas with you. Why was that too much to ask?

He heard you sigh next to him. The sound brought him back to reality. You hadn't left for home yet. You'd leave in the morning. For now, however, you were curled up against him on the sofa in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin Common Room. The flames crackled and roared and he so adored the scent of pine and applewood burning. You hadn’t left him yet. He could still feel you.

Your cheek against his shoulder. Your hand in his. You smelled like peppermint.

“I wish you could come with me,” You whispered. And you didn’t say you wished you could stay. Because you loved your family and he was so happy that you did. He wished he had the same luxury.

“As do I,” He said. He tried to smile.

“I’ll miss you.”

“I hope you will.” He knew he’d miss you so much more.

He felt you shift, resting your forehead against his arm now, stroking from his forearm to his hand. You drew in a breath.

“Greeting cards have all been sent… the Christmas rush is through. But I still have one wish to make, a special one for you.” The tune was slow and you sang it so softly. He’d be the only one in the common room to hear it. You didn’t have the most beautiful voice he’d ever heard, but in that moment, you sounded like an angel. Ominis squeezed your hand tighter.

“Merry Christmas, darling. We're apart, that's true. But I can dream, and in my dreams, I'm Christmas-ing with you.”

“That’s a very nice thought.” He interrupted, unable to stop a smile from tugging at the corner of his lips. You laughed and kept singing.

“Holidays are joyful. There's always something new. But every day's a holiday. When I'm near to you.” He ducked his head and blushed, and not just a little bit. See, you were one of those people who never said a word you didn’t mean - unlike him. You were always so sincere.

“Oh, how flattering.”

You kissed the back of his hand.

“The lights on my tree, I wish you could see. I wish it every day.”

“Why would I need them when I have you?” He murmured. As if you weren’t doing enough, you leaned in to kiss his cheek. You were warm. You’d take your warmth with you.

“Logs on the fire fill me with desire to see you and to say that I wish you Merry Christmas. Happy New Year too. I've just one wish on this Christmas Eve. I wish I were with you.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up abruptly, grabbed your soft, warm hands, and pulled you up against him. You were wearing his sweater. It was far too big for you so he had to go searching for your hands in its sleeves, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. One arm around your waist, yours around his neck, your hand in his.

“Dance with me?” He breathed. “Just once more… before you go.”

And sure, you wouldn’t be leaving him forever. But it would feel like longer.

You laughed that sweet laugh of yours and he knew that if he could bottle the atmosphere around them, that emotion on his tongue would keep him warm through the winter. He held you tighter, trying to memorize every inch, every layer of your scent. There was peppermint, and cinnamon, chocolate, and pine. He loved it all. You smelled like the only home he had left. When you were gone, your scent was all he’d have of you. Your family was poor as dirt. Ominis didn’t care, but your parents wouldn’t allow you any money to spend on him of all people. You were the only gift he wanted now anyway. Your presence alone was too much to ask, yet you gave it so willingly.

“Logs on the fire fill me with desire to see you and to say that I wish you a Merry Christmas. Happy New Year too. I've just one wish on this Christmas Eve, I wish I were with you.” You stood up on your tip-toes to whisper to him. Your hand found its way into his hair. “I wish I were with you.”

His breath hitched and what was a dance collapsed into a longing embrace. He held you as tight as he could, burying his face in your shoulder. Though he wasn’t one to be so cavalier with expressions of emotion, he couldn’t help but dip his head to nip at your collarbone. The mark he knew he’d leave wasn’t for him. He just… didn’t want you to forget, was all. And he had to leave more kisses - a trail of them along your perfectly smooth throat. He hoped the taste of your skin would keep his cheeks burning through the January freeze.

You were the one to kiss his lips. When you pulled away, you placed your hands on his cheeks and rubbed your nose against his.

“Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas…” You whispered.

He sighed.

“Merry Christmas, darling.”

That sweater of his that you were wearing… after wishing you farewell at the train station, he’d find it folded on his bed when he got back. It smelled like you. A note in Braile accompanied it.

“To keep you warm until I return. Wear it. (I cast a preservation charm on it this morning.)”

He did wear it. And your scent on the wool didn’t fade until you returned and tugged it off him.

This fic is dedicated to @witchcraftandgeekness for telling me to f#ck everybody. Not in the sexy way.

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aziraphales-library · 7 months

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hi guys! just want to start off by saying you are incredible and i am so grateful for this library.

do you know if any frenemies to lovers fics at all? i’ve recently read Camping with your Frenemy: It's F***ing Intense by IneffableMcMuffin and it was so good

thanks again!

You can check our #enemies to lovers, #enemies to friends to lovers and #friends to lovers tags for fics you may enjoy. Here are some more along the lines of rivals to lovers...

The Golden Lion by CrentTrimm (E)

Aziraphale, a privateer in the King's Navy, meets an old rival in Port Royal, and their exchange ends in a hasty tussle in a back alley.

Gods in the Gaslight by Anti_kate & rfsmiley (T)

A mysterious rival and a ghost from the past threaten Fell's magical career.

The Devil's in the Flowers by jjgremlinson (M)

For the last eleven years, A.Z. Fell’s Fantastic Flowers has provided quality bouquets and services to the people of London. Whether it’s weddings or funerals, lovesickness or heartbreak, Aziraphale can find the perfect flower for you. But when Crowley’s Flowers, Houseplants, and Other Assorted Leafy Green Things opens up across the street, everything starts to change—and Aziraphale will be damned if he’s going to let this no-good, profit-hungry Crowley steal all his business. (Or, the one where Aziraphale and Crowley are rival florists working in the same neighborhood).

Would I Lie to You? by FeralTuxedo & TawnyOwl95 (E)

Anthony Crowley and Aziraphale Fell are rival team captains on popular comedy panel show Don't Lie To Me, where they exchange insults and banter to an audience of millions. But behind the scenes, a whole other game of truth and lies is being played. A comedy panel show AU

Angel Face with a Taste for Suicidal by Lor_Lupin (E)

When Crowley spots his replacement on his former band for the first time, he doesn't expect the man to push him against a wall but he's not complaining. The Fallen and Flaming Swords, two rival struggling punk bands, hold a grudge against each other and spend more time fighting and performing crass pranks than actually composing songs. Crowley is hurt, Aziraphale is new, a lot of flirting ensues. INEFFABLE HUSBANDS AS HUMAN PUNK BASS PLAYERS. Inspired by the looks of Peter Vincent in Fright Night and Thorne in Laws of Attraction.

Actuarial Risk by doomed_spectacles (M)

A. Z. Fell, principle salesman for Silver City Financial, never paid much attention to his company's main competition, Fourth Circle, LLC. That is, until he met Anthony Crowley. When the rivalry between their respective head offices heats up, they make an arrangement both know is unsustainable. A rival salesman AU with hijinks, fluff, misunderstandings, and a happy ending.

And the one you mentioned...

Camping with your Frenemy: It's F***ing Intense by IneffableMcMuffin (E)

Silly little romp featuring bitchy Aziraphale and Crowley's hips which are incapable of being untruthful.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #adult omens #human au #rivalry #enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to friends #mod d

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aviradasa · 3 months

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Love long lost Pt2

Aaravos x Fem!reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

{angst} @delusional-mushroom @hubba-hubba1 @jellyfishxxi

Warnings: blood, wounds, depicted Self inflicted wounds,

Hey my little goblins guess what time it is! Time for my ass to post part 2!! I am honestly loving this little mini series so I've decided a part 3 maybe 4 will be seen in the near future lol. Anyways I hop you all enjoy and thank you for your patience also I will be @ ing all the folks who ask me to!

Ps: don't forget to leave a request! I will be linking my masterlist here please read it before requesting! Anyways have a happy read!

Pt 1 linked here

Pt three linked here

It takes a moment for my eyes to open again but when they don't see the stone walls of the storm spire, No all I see is that I am in an old Human tavern, As I look around everything has a blue tint-like that of the magic that Aarvos used on me, looking around i see large groups of human and elves sitting at tables, drinking, talking, and listening to the upbeat music, I can even smell the various foods being Cooked in the back the rich scents wafting about and mixing assisting in making the atmosphere even more warm and inviting.

I walk through the tavern and head to the front bar and take a seat in front of the barmaid. I don't know where I am, it seems familiar but I just can't place it. I need to know why Aaravos sent me here and why.

“ Hey, there miss, busy night huh?” I ask the barmaid, earning no response. Maybe she just didn't hear me over the music, I think to myself so I decided it best to possibly try and ask again. “ hey miss, it sure is a busy night huh?” I ask once more. The barmaid does not react at all and I start to wonder if she even knows it there. She has to know I’m there. I'm sitting right in front of her, maybe she just isn't in the talking mood. I think to myself as I stand up, I walk over to a human man who is sitting at a table with some other people and way my hand in front of his face earning no response. He just continues talking to the other folks at the table, and that's when the panic starts to seep in.

I run table to table seat to seat tapping, screaming, hitting everyone I see but I get no reaction each time, no one in the tavern can see me, hear me, or feel me. I am simply a phantom in this place. Once I've exhausted my options I run to the door of the tavern and try to yank it open to no avail, I tug and pull, kick, punch, and scratch at the door until my nails are shredded and bleeding alongside my knuckles, leaving bloody scratch marks on the tavern door as I weep, not just because of the pain I've inflicted upon myself in the moment, but because I am trapped in this place alone and scared. What makes it even worse is that Aaravos put me here and I still have no idea why.

A few moments pass and I wipe my tear-stained face, and take a seat at a darkened table in the back of the tavern. It almost seems like the light from the firepit in the middle of the room is too fearful to illuminate the spot . Once I take my seat the sound of the music in the tavern is changed to a more eerie circus-like sound as one of the bards step onto the stones surrounding the firepit. It appears he is a moonshadow elf mage. Suddenly he casts a spell and The room dims slightly as he begins to speak.

“My good friends old and new, We have a special show for you tonight, filled with frights, lights, and One of the most beautiful creatures of the night. You know her,you love her, she's the one and only Y/n!” he says as a black sheet appears on the floor in front of him. The mage sprinkles some sort of powder onto the sheet before grabbing the corner of it. The mage lifts the sheet spinning it elaborately, sending the purple dust into the air of the tavern giving the little light in the dim room a purple glow before he dramatically throws the sheet into the air, revealing an elven girl dressed as a dancer. Posing in the middle of the room as the whole tavern erupted into cheers.

“y/n?..” I ask myself, I'm confused in every way possible, but before I can think about what I'm witnessing I hear someone speak.

“Amature magic at its best.” I hear an oddly familiar voice say beside me, I jump in my seat turning my head so fast I could have broken my neck. I know that voice anywhere but could it be? My whole body freezes in place as I stare at the figure In the seat next to me, they are wearing a very elaborate cloak with an odd symbol on the hood. They are sipping from a tankard, with their eyes glued to the girl in the middle of the room. But just as I look back to the middle of the room the performer turns her head and everything goes black.

I awakened once more in a forest, it had the same blue haze as the tavern did but this time it was lighter than before. I spin around slowly taking in my surroundings but stop suddenly. Right in front of me is a small pond in a small clearing of the forest, it is surrounded by many types of Xadian flowers and plants being illuminated by the moonlight that is cast upon the small pond’s waters, and standing beside the pond with their back facing me is that same cloaked figure from the tavern.

Suddenly I hear a voice quite like mine call out in a whispered shout, “Aaravos is that you?” the voice says, the cloaked figure turns around and takes down their hood revealing the familiar elf, he looked nothing like he did when I saw him through the mirror, his skin is a more vibrant purple and the star freckles on his face glow brighter than they had when I saw him, his hair is neater and pulled out of his face, its held in place by a golden circlet. He looks divine and ethereal, he almost looks like he shouldn't belong to Xadia, but some far-away planet that we could never even dream of.

I turn around to see the elven performer girl from the tavern, this time I can see her face clearly she looks like me.., but I only see her for a moment as a smile creeps onto her face and she runs to him wrapping her arms around his neck, he returns the embrace and her smile as he wraps his arms around her waist and spins her around for a moment as their laughter intertwined with the wind. She shares my voice and from what I saw my face. But how can this be, Who is she? I wonder as I watch the scene play out. But once her feet touch the ground, their laughter fades and it all goes black once more.

This time I woke up in a cave. I take a moment to gather myself and let my eyes adjust to the darkened area before I feel comfortable to stand. I hastily make my way to the cave entrance and look out and see the edge of a new forest. I hear a loud crack and snap my head in the direction of the sound. I can't make out much but the light the stars provide is enough to illuminate two silhouetted figures moving through the trees in a panic. the taller one dragging the other by the wrist as they run, I have a good idea by now of who those two figures are and I am proven correct when they enter the cave.

They are both visibly disheveled with her hair being knotted with twigs leaves and mud, her clothing is freshly ripped and torn, and she has cuts, bruises, and blood scattered along her skin. His appearance is similar, but his hair is less messy and his clothing is more dirty than tattered, though they share the same amount of wounds it seems. “Aaravos…What did you do.” the girl says wiping away tears but smearing the blood and dirt on her skin more by accident. He doesn't respond to her, he just looks away avoiding eye contact. She visibly gets frustrated and shoves him with all the force she can muster as she chokes out a sob. “WHAT DID YOU DO?” She screams at him through tears.

He still doesn't look at her nor does he respond. He doesn't even seem affected by her shove or screams, he just stands there. She approaches him once more and hits his chest “YOU BASTARD TELL ME WHAT YOU DID! WHY? WHY WON’T YOU TELL ME.” she screams again, I jump back When all of a sudden he snaps back “ I DID WHAT NEEDED TO BE DONE!” he screams back at her, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her into the cave wall behind them as she chokes out another sob. “Let go, please… Let go, it hurts.” she cries. He drops her and she collapses onto the ground as he turns his back to her slamming his fists into the cave's jaggad walls. He didn't flinch once his blood started pouring out of the wounds he just placed his head against his bloody forearm and let it bleed, as his love cried in the background.

Then once more the scene went dark. But this time i did not appear in another memory.

I feel myself being shaken awake “y/n! y/n wake up are you ok? Y/n! Guys she's waking up!” I hear Raylas voice call out as my eyes drift open. I take a sharp breath as I come to and I shoot upright. Grabbing onto Raylas shoulder for support and i take in deep rapid breaths i feel a stinging on my forehead and when i reach up to touch it,it burns my fingertips. When i get my bearings I look around at everyone with a fearful,and shocked expression.

“You guys aren't gonna believe me when I tell you what I just saw.”

#tdp #tdp rayla #tdp s1 #tdp spoilers #aaravos #tdp callum #tdp s5 #tdp claudia #aaravos the dragon prince #the dragon prince #aaravos x reader #startouched elf

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sadienita · 1 year

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Seventeen Masterlist

Series

Is It Fate? (Seventeen Soulmate Au) Masterlist

One Shots

2k Song Blurb Masterlist

Planning a Wedding in 13 Easy Steps Wedding planning one shots with Seventeen

Step 1: Tell the Family (Chan)

Step 2: Take Your Engagement Photos (Seungkwan)

Step 3: Assemble the Wedding Party (Seungcheol)

Step 4: Find the Venue (Wonwoo)

Step 5: Find the Dress (Mingyu)

Step 6: Start any DIY Projects (Minghao)

Step 7: Consider Eloping (Jeonghan)

Step 8: Figure Out The Menu (Junhui)

Step 9: Take Dance Lessons (Soonyoung)

Step 10: Pick the Music (Hansol)

Step 11: Throw a Bridal Shower (Seokmin)

Step 12: Write Your Vows (Jihoon)

Step 13: Pray (Joshua)

Song Drabbles Seventeen Angst My Happy Ending (Seungcheol) The Winner Takes It All (Hansol)

Seventeen Fluff goodnight n go (Seungcheol) On & On (Jeonghan) She Looks So Perfect (Joshua) Do You No Wrong (Junhui) Dance Me To The End of Love (Soonyoung) Oh Darling (Wonwoo) Finding You (Jihoon) Lullaby (Seokmin) Crush (Mingyu) Kiss Me (Minghao) Paradise (Seungkwan) Sweet Little Something (Hansol) And Dance (Chan)

Romantic Cliches Each member of Seventeen paired with a romantic cliche moment because I love writing fluff

Awkward (Seungcheol) What Is This Feeling (Jeonghan) Let Me Count The Ways (Joshua) Airport (Junhui) Kissing in the Rain (Soonyoung) Notes (Wonwoo) You Weren’t Supposed to Hear That (Jihoon) Duet Partner (Seokmin) She’s All That (Mingyu) Playing Pretend (Minghao) Late (Seungkwan) Headphones (Hansol) Oh My My My (Chan)

13 Halloweens General Series Warnings: death, kidnapping, some gruesome moments

Introduction Prequels: 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 Crossroad Blues Pt. 1 Love Hurts Clap Your Hands If You Believe Faith - Epilogue Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell The Bad Place Just My Imagination Heart What Is and What Should Never Be Crossroad Blues Pt. 2 Bloodlust Skin Death’s Door

The Four Seasons Season themed drabbles

Winter

Ice Skates (Jihoon)

Snow Day (Soonyoung)

Spring

The Great Egg Hunt (Joshua)

벚꽃 (Seungkwan)

Sun and Flowers (Wonwoo)

Take a Hike (Chan)

Summer

Lazy Beach Days (Jeonghan)

Make A Wish (Minghao)

A Boy And A Girl In A Little Canoe (Seungcheol)

Autumn

Cotton Candy and Lemonade (Junhui)

A-Maze-Ing (Mingyu)

A Jack-O-Lantern Smile (Hansol)

Frightful (Seokmin)

Miscellaneous One Shots

An Arrow a Day (Cupid!Wonwoo) L-O-V-E (Minghao) - for @frostyhao Bitter (Soonyoung) and Sweet (Mingyu) - for @gamerwoo Dance With Me (Jihoon) - Requested Bear Hug (Bear Hybrid!Seungcheol) - for @thetypingpup Main Street Drive-In (Mingyu) - for @cheesekimpup A Garden In Spring (Reaper!Hansol) - for @gamerwoo The Joy of Moving (Junhui) - Requested Cliffside at Sunset (Hansol) - Requested Playful (Tiger Hybrid!Soonyoung) - Requested A Stupid Choice (Hansol) - Requested A Song For You (Jihoon) - Requested Someone Cool (Jihoon) - Requested)

Bulletpoints

Seventeen Babies Seungcheol / Jeonghan / Joshua / Junhui / Soonyoung / Wonwoo / Jihoon / Seokmin / Mingyu / Minghao / Seungkwan / Hansol / Chan

Boyfriend Seventeen Seungcheol / Jeonghan / Joshua / Junhui / Soonyoung / Wonwoo / Jihoon / Seokmin / Mingyu / Minghao / Seungkwan / Hansol / Chan

Seventeen Cuddles Seungcheol / Jeonghan / Joshua / Junhui / Soonyoung / Wonwoo / Jihoon / Seokmin / Mingyu / Minghao / Seungkwan / Hansol / Chan

SVT Makeout Sesh Seungcheol / Jeonghan / Joshua / Junhui / Soonyoung / Wonwoo / Jihoon / Seokmin / Mingyu / Minghao / Seungkwan / Hansol / Chan

Reactions

SVT Dating an American Popstar SVT with a tall s/o SVT with a chubby s/o To Date Seventeen (blurbs about what Seventeen would need in a partner) SVT reaction to you wanting to adopt SVT reaction to you having a different bias SVT Most To Least To Have Cooties

Timestamps

OT13 17:00

Seungcheol 1:25

Jeonghan 2:12

Joshua 3:51

Junhui 4:01

Soonyoung 5:40

Wonwoo 6:53

Jihoon 7:05

Seokmin 8:37

Mingyu 9:37

Minghao 10:00

Seungkwan 11:36

Hansol 12:16

Chan 13:27

#masterlist #seventeen masterlist #admin #yes this is the second time im redoing them #this is better tho

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2b--frank · 5 months

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This is a post about an AU that I, after long thinking, decided to just call "Rabbit Manager AU." The name is as silly as the concept itself :)

This AU shouldn't have been written about at all, but since my friends from abroad liked it, I decided to explain it a bit :)

The AU starts to diverge from the canonical events since the moment William experienced death for the first time. Even though his body died (although the death of it was slow and extremely unpleasant), his soul still lived and re-attached itself to the corpse.

And oh boy, was he suffering. Of course, he was still haunted by the spirits that refused to move on. But eventually, during his "confinement" in the safe room while feeling like his soul was constantly being turned inside out and back again, he came to repentance.

(Yeah, in this AU William, on the contrary to the canon, actually took time that he had to process the weight of his past actions and come to a conclusion that he had done a huge oopsie. AND he did so in half shorter time - he was stuck there for only 15 years.)

The souls moved on; well, except for Cassidy. They weren't as vengeful as before, but still wanted to see Afton suffer. So, the whole "personal hell" concept isn't here, it's just the last remaining spirit cursing William to eternal life in this state and following him silently.

After the fire in Fazbear Frights that his son Michael (who is still a walking corpse in this AU) had caused, William was able to get rid of the now damaged outer shell of the costume. Then, what was left of him was an endoskeleton with mummified remains of his once human body attached to it.

However, Michael wasn't lucky to get out of there alive. Since he had been animated only by the will to right his father's wrongs, for which the latter had repented, Michael had nothing to hold his spirit back from moving on to the afterlife.

William knew that there was nothing left of his previous life. Well, almost nothing - the only person from the past left alive(in normal sense) was Henry, who was still suffering from the consequences of William's past actions. That was the reason for Afton to come to him - he wanted to help Henry in order to atone for his atrocious deeds and end the whole story. However, he knew that his old friend would've never forgiven him, even if he crawled back to him on the knees. So, William changed his identity, adopting the name "Dave Miller." And, of course, he had to hide his body - long thick clothes, gloves, a wig and an odd bunny mask - all of that stuff. The latter was chosen to be specifically a bunny for no coincidence, as it both reminded him of his past and his duty and was fitting for the future workplace.

As for the main events of the AU, Henry is oblivious to the identity of his new employee on the position of a junior manager. However, once he finds out, things can get ugly for both of them.

Whew... that was a lot for an AU made for shits and giggles, right?

Now! I tried to think of what might still be unclear after all that's stated above. If you still got any questions, ask away! I'll edit the post and add the answers to this section!

Q: Does William feel pain?

A: Not physical. However, know that feeling when it's like your soul is being torn apart? Well, that's what he constantly feels due to overwhelming guilt and unseen presence of Cassidy. So, it's more like spiritual (?) or emotional (???) pain.

Q: Is he capable of communicating?

A: Ah, yes. He learned sign language since it was both hard for him to communicate with his voice (which sounds like wheezes of an old dying animal) and he's too afraid that his speech patterns and accent might give him away. However, I really don't think Henry understands sign language, so instead William/Dave communicates with him through short messages he writes in his notepad. Yes, he carries it with him at all times.

Q: How does William feel about his state?

A: Oh! He wants to f@¢#ing die. Cassidy won't let him, though. Again, the whole concept of them dragging William into his personal hell is replaced by making him suffer in his current pathetic existence.

Q: This mask looks familiar...

A: Yeah! It's based on various iterations of Michael's FFPS deisgn. I just took it and ran :)

Q: Will Henry find out? What'll happen?

A: I do not want to think about that. If he does indeed find out, I doubt he'll take such a revelation lightly. But at the same time I really want it all to end well...

#fnaf au #fnaf sketch #fnaf art #henry emily #william afton

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shutupdevvie · 1 year

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hello miss fic rec queen 😌

do you have any good long fics that I should read? I’ve been looking for a long Sammy one but I’d also take any of the other boys :)

thanks love 🤍

hi !! so i wasn’t sure if you were looking for longer oneshots or if you wanted a series so i put together a list for each for you to check out :)) (some of these are super popular so you might have read them already but !!) as usual this list includes smut !!

long fic writers (aka writers that have a bunch of longer oneshots to check out)

@ficthots

@stardustchordssammy (literally have never read a fic of hers that i did not thoroughly enjoy)

@streamingcolors-gvf

oneshots

no trespassing by @streamingcolors-gvf (sammy)

watch and learn by @gretavanfleetposts (sammy x reader x danny)

seven by @garbagevanfleet (sammy)

déjà vu by @hyperfixated-gvf (josh)

renaissance man by @stardustchordssammy (jake) (this is two parts so not technically a oneshot but idc)

fright night by @dharma-divine (sammy)

finished series

boston calling by @sammysvanfeet (jake)

sparrowverse by @highdefkiszka (shoebox: sammy, fade into you: jake, closest to heaven: josh)

cabin fever by @hearts-hunger (josh)

abaddon, lazarus, and brightest blue (all) by @garbagevanfleet (josh, jake, josh)

bubblegum by @gretasmokerising (jake)

the groupie aus and pine-ing for you by @hyperfixated-gvf (all boys, sam x reader x danny)

bottlerock by @finestoflines (josh)

shake my faith by @capturethechaos and @earthlysorrows (josh and jake)

a lover's plight (and the three other fake it til you make it collection fics) by @gretavandutchy (sammy but there is one fic for each boy in the collection)

sunshine daydream by @hearts-hunger (sammy)

unfinished series *at the time of posting* (that are so good i'm recommending them anyway)

seven by @stardustchordssammy (jake)

perfidy by @earthlysorrows (josh)

pink lemonade by @garbagevanfleet (sammy)

the dead don't die by @highdefkiszka (jake)

call the hunters by @streamsofstardust and @tlexx // @jakewhorecore (danny)

sweet as berries by @daisyful-gvf (josh)

the librarian by @pennylanefics

#devs asks #devs recs #this ended up being much more in depth than i thought it would #is there more i could add to this #of course there is #but this is it for now #list

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Ngl I want to fuck a lot of classic scooby doo monsters after 100%ing Night of 100 Frights like. Ok here's a list of the most fuckable ones imo

they're not just guys in costumes, they're real monsters. to me. very breedable

#suede.png #suede.txt #sc00by dont

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richardmurrayhumblr · 6 months

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The 44th edition of the 2023 Richard Murray Newsletter

topics

Cento series, 23rd round Rainforest pokemon Fright-ing poetry challenge part 1 Cursed costumes entries Dates

IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR: 5 minute yoga, Mary Lou Williams plus James P Johnson play, Statian wives, sustainability multilog, halloween visual game

https://rmnewsletter.over-blog.com/2023/07/10/29/2023-rmnewsletter.html

#rmnewsletter #rmaalbc

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As Ringo Starr observed, “There was the love-and-beads personality and the bag of anger.” The first really did blossom in India, whether it meant putting in the hours to learn the sitar under the great Ravi Shankar or finding tranquillity in Rishikesh in the company of the Maharishi. The problem with the spiritual pursuit is that it can be mistaken for a quick road to enlightenment, particularly among Westerners discovering Eastern traditions, and Harrison proved to be no more rapidly enlightened than the next would-be yogi. The Beatles’ press officer Derek Taylor recalled a transatlantic flight on which Harrison was chanting his mantra. When a concerned flight attendant asked if everything was all right, he snapped: “F*** off. Can’t you see I’m meditating?”

quote from the Times review of Philip Norman's George Harrison: The Reluctant Beatle

George Harrison by Philip Norman review — the tetchy, much mocked, reluctant Beatle

Harrison was a sensitive soul overshadowed by his bandmates but he blossomed musically after the Fab Four broke up. By Will Hodgkinson

If the title of Philip Norman’s biography makes you wonder why anyone would be reluctant to be a Beatle, the first few chapters provide the answer. Coming from a loving, supportive, working class family in Liverpool, George Harrison was 14 when an amiable Paul McCartney invited him to join a loosely congregated skiffle group called the Quarrymen. To which the group’s acid-tongued 17-year-old leader John Lennon responded: “Who’s that bloody kid who’s always hanging around?”

It didn’t help that Lennon’s guardian, Aunt Mimi, a frightful snob, took in Harrison’s teddy boy gear, Scouse accent and sticky-out ears and dismissed him as exactly the kind of riff-raff her nephew should not be hanging around with. As Lennon recalled, “He came round to [Aunt Mimi’s house] one day and asked me to go to the pictures with him. I pretended I was too busy.”

Did it get better for that bloody kid once he was officially a Beatle? No, it did not. So quiet that one early associate remembered him as “the Invisible Man”, Harrison was routinely subjected to all manner of indignities — he lost his virginity in a Hamburg bunk bed while John, Paul and the band’s original drummer Pete Best looked on; and when he vomited on the floor of a Hamburg flat in a drunken stupor one night, the other Beatles christened his puke of shame “the Thing” and decorated it with matchsticks.

Given this early treatment, you can see why it was so hard for Harrison to be taken seriously by his tormentors in the years to come. It meant that however good his songs were — and few can argue that Isn’t It a Pity and All Things Must Pass are not profound, moving highlights of the hippie era — Harrison was forever struggling to get them onto Beatles records.

He must have felt his moment had come when All Things Must Pass, his triple album released in November 1970 in the wake of the Beatles falling apart, stamped all over the others’ solo efforts by going straight to No 1. Yet, like an older brother who knows how to twist the knife, Lennon even cut that down. “Every time I put the radio on, it’s ‘Oh my Lord,’” Lennon said of My Sweet Lord. “I’m beginning to think there must be a God.” Lennon appraised Harrison’s signature spiritual singalong with a demeaning “all right”, claiming that Harrison only ever managed to bash out a tune in the first place because “he was working with two f***ing brilliant songwriters and he learned a lot from us”.

Norman has fashioned an authoritative portrait of Harrison that leaves you liking and feeling sympathy for his subject while being fully aware of the tetchiness — quite common among people aiming for a higher state of consciousness, funnily enough — that was never far away.

One person who did understand Harrison was his first wife, Pattie Boyd. She lived with him in a gothic mansion near Henley called Friar Park, filled with Hare Krishnas and rockers, leading her to ask Harrison’s assistant Chris O’Dell, “What’s he got in his hands today, the prayer beads or the cocaine?” Boyd made up a third of the most famous love triangle in rock history, with Eric Clapton not only writing Layla about her, but also consulting the New Orleans musician Dr John, who he suspected of having voodoo powers, about casting a spell to make Boyd fall in love with him. After Harrison caught her canoodling with Clapton in the garden of Robert Stigwood’s house, Clapton announced, in the faux casual argot of the era, “I have to tell you, man, I’m in love with your wife.” Harrison dealt with it the only way an emotionally constipated former Beatle knew how: by challenging Clapton to a guitar duel.

All of this is imparted in an affectionate but detached tone, leading to an impression of a man who, although burdened with an apparent inability to lighten up, generally sought to do the right thing. His 1971 Concert for Bangladesh started the trend for charity rock endeavours and collected together everyone from Bob Dylan to Shankar in what Rolling Stone magazine called “a brief incandescent revival of all that was best in the Sixties”. He funded Monty Python’s Life of Brian by actually betting the house on it, negotiating a bank loan secured against Friar Park.

By the time he settled down with his second wife, Olivia, and their son, Dhani, he seemed to have arrived at some kind of actual peace rather than just the prayer bead-wearing sort. He reconciled with McCartney while working on the enormous Beatles Anthology project in the mid-Nineties and rediscovered his sense of humour too. In 1999, after a mentally ill intruder at Friar Park stabbed him repeatedly, Harrison announced that the intruder “certainly wasn’t auditioning for the Traveling Wilburys”.

Norman is something of a one-man Beatles industry. In 1981 he published the million-selling Shout! The True Story of the Beatles before continuing with biographies of Lennon and McCartney, but hopes of writing one on Harrison were dashed in November 2001 after a mean-spirited obituary he wrote ensured he would receive no cooperation from Olivia or Dhani.

In the event it doesn’t seem to have mattered too much, with Boyd in particular helping to fill out the story of a sensitive man and the part he played in late 20th-century life. Harrison doesn’t come across as a reluctant Beatle as such, more a normal guy who found himself in extraordinary circumstances and, lacking McCartney’s professionalism or Lennon’s cynicism, didn’t know how to handle it. The quiet Beatle, only 58 when he died, was simply trying to work it all out, just like the rest of us.

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#george harrison #philip norman

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Get to know you: Sims Style

I was tagged by @goatskickin

Yippee! Talking about myself!!

Q: What’s your favorite Sims death?

Probably running with scissors. It's really just dying of fright (like when a ghost gets ya) but it was such an easy way to cheese the "defeat Death"/"be rescued from Death" Knowledge Sim Wants. Electrocution also feels kind of rare to me, though I'm sure it's far less rare than other deaths, and the yellow ghost is radical. Death by flies is also a classic.

Q: Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

I think I'm known as a Maxis Matchhead, and I do love MM, but it's not because I dislike realistic CC. I actually really like it when it's well-done and I respect realistic CC makers a bunch. When I first dipped into CC, I played a more semi-realistic game myself. I love how flexible and adaptable every Sims game is depending on what CC you load yourself up with. But, MM always has a special nostalgic place in my heart.

Q: Do you cheat your sims weight?

Only when I'm making a Sim to be a Townie or NPC or some other sort of character. If I'm doing regular gameplay, I won't use cheats, but I might put a Sim on an enforced pizza-and-cookies diet if I feel like my neighbourhood is severely lacking in minuscule body diversity.

Q: Do you move objects?

I literally can't play without it any more, lol. I'm always stunned when I pop in to a lot to "just quickly make a minor edit" and realise how soon I need to turn moveobjects on.

Q: Favorite Mod?

Hands-down, it's Shiftable Everything. It completely changed the way I decorate since not only is it less tedious than fiddling around with OMSPs but it allows lots to stay CC-Free and thus more easily shareable. I adore that mod lol, and buyable accessories + Nopke's walk-under spiral stairs mods for the same reason.

I also really like Phaenoh's holiday calendar (which I consider to be a mod, even though it's purely flavourtext and doesn't affect gameplay) and the version I use with modified holidays. It gives me mini goals to keep my gameplay exciting and I haven't taken it out of my game since I found it.

And lastly, it's not an exaggeration to say Meduza's mod to make hobby blogging increase social as well as fun made my week when it was shared. It may not be the most game-changing mod in the world, but it scratched an itch I had been holding in for DECADES.

Q: First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

I strongly remember my first - and, for a while, only - TS1 expansion pack was Superstar, and I hardly learned how to properly use a lick of it. I was young and TS1 was ridiculously hard for a sandbox game. But sooo many of that game's objects and functions and songs are instant nostalgia bait for me because of it, moreso than TS1 already is. (Also, like many it seems, I was never allowed to get Hot Date, LOL. I remember my mother promising I could get it when I turned 13 and then chickening out of that promise when the time came.)

I played without any TS2 EPs for an unnecessarily long time. A friend at school who also played TS2 mentioned something about Lifetime Aspirations and I had no idea what they meant, which was highly confusing to the both of us. I think my first Sims 2 EP was possibly University...? I remember the first time I got the "your teen can go to uni!" message I panicked and thought it meant right now, so I sent my poor Sim off to Young Adulthoot on, like, day 2 of teendom. The guy never got to let loose! Nowadays I don't let move my Sims off to college until they're on their final day of teendom anyway.

Q: Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

I always and still do pronounce it in my head as liv(ing). On the one hand, (a)live mode - as in, the game is no longer in stasis, and time has resumed - makes more sense and is probably what the devs intended. But in my defense, build and buy are both verbs, so to me, it makes sense that "live mode" is where you go after building and buying to live in the house that you just set up.

Q: Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

Most of my favourite Sims tend to be born-in-game, so not really ones that I've "made"... I do like the townies I've made with the semi-randomised method, though. It was always hard not to keep them to play with myself, but so far none of them have had great chemistry with my Sims to become playables, LOL. I'm gonna have to say Iris Kopper will forever be special to me. (Not that the Koppers are done yet!)

Q: Have you made a simself?

I tend to make a Simself first in every new Sims game I play as a way to test the system, but I usually don't play them. I had a Simself running around in my old TS2 'hood as a Townie, and I let myself wander around unbothered in TS3 until "I" aged up into a hot pink minidress and I had to interfere.

Q: Which is your favorite EA hair color?

I like making MM black hair recolours because they're the easiest and soooo satisfying, but I think my favourite is brown, especially the more complex ones that have purple/blue cool undertones. It's always struck me as such a tasty mahogany treatment that bown hair usually doesn't get.

Q: Favorite EA hair?

Since there are so many to choose from, let's go by age group!

For EYAM Sims, it was hard to pass up the classic Rocker, but i think Caesar is a very classy handsome hairstyle that suits a wide variety of Sims, and it's nice to have been given the option by EA.

I've always really liked this TM hat-hair from TSS and the fact that it came with a matching hatless version too. I like teens having their own styles, I just wish EA had given it to us for TF Sims too.

For EYAF Sims it was a difficult skirmish at first - I've always had a soft spot for the silly pointy-ear hat that came with M&G, and the matching hatless hair it came with, but that's so similar to longpart from BV I also enjoy - but in the end I realised it was clear;

Sweep sweep. It's versatile, it's nicely modeled and textured, it can be sexy or professional, it's as gender as you want it to be, it's TREMENDOUS on Elders, and it reminds me of Sailor Uranus. What's not to love? Other than its lack of age options.

For TF, JUST LOOK AT THAT. How perfectly Y2K! The fact that it reminds me of Minako "PGSM" Aino is just an added bonus.

Combining CU into one tier - look at these. Look at how precious the little doggy face is. Augh.

And finally, for PU, the most perfectly darling hair in the entire game they knew they had to limit to toddlers or else nobody would ever bother to use anything else. No wonder we all immediately converted it for other ages. It's the perfect boho pigtail look. No notes, Maxis. (Wait, it was introduced in Nightlife?? Why? Whose baby is that on the dance floor?)

And an honourable mention for updo, which would be my favourite EYAM hair, if not for the fact it's technically an EYAF hair.

Q: Favorite life stage?

Probably teens, because they were such a fascinating introduction to me when I shifted from TS1 to TS2. Sims aging and passing away intrigued and terrified me all at once, but the unique middle-ground of autonomy vs. immaturity of TS2 teens must've resonated with me. They could have a job, but not a great one. They could date and go steady and make out, and it could be deathly serious to them, but they couldn't cross the line or get married or start a family. They could look after younger Sims and drive and drink (probably illegally) and buy things and run the household if need be, but they were still trapped with limited freedom or opportunities.

I know other games have given teens more agency and there are mods to do the same in TS2, but as a pre-teen who was just playing TS2 for the first time, it was a really perfect encapsulation of the middle-ground between adulthood and childhood and the excitement but frustration it brought.

I also really like Elders for similar reasons. In many ways, they often have more freedom than Adult Sims, but they can also be harder to play in other ways. Plus they get the short end of the stick in terms of content so I gotta cheer for them.

Q: Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I used to hate building (or at the very least, think I sucked at it) and was 100% dedicated to gameplay. Gameplay is still important to me, which is why I'll probably never move on from TS2, but these days I've really been enjoying building and decorating a lot more. It's also something I enjoy being able to do in TS4. Setting myself limitations like "CC Free" also adds interest to the challenge.

Q: Are you a CC creator?

Yep! Try to be at any rate, lol! It's interesting to see how I used to almost exclusively make build-buy content and now a lot of it is BodyShop CC.

Q: Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

Not on a private/personal scale. I have lots of people I recognise from Simblr who I chat with and reblog from frequently, and I think we have a good rapport, but I'm not around enough to really engage 1:1 with other Simmers like that. But I'm also really happy and proud to be a part of the little TS2 Simblr community and always smile when I recognise the same URLs and new posts popping up.

Q: Do you have any sims merch?

Other than physical copies of the games, not really! I've been meaning to invest in some fan-made merch like a pair of earrings or something. Any recommendations? (I also want that unofficial cookbook so bad.)

Q: Do you have a YouTube for sims?

No, but I keep thinking about it...

Q: How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

I've always been a rotational player, whether it be a specific challenge or not. I think the most interesting change in my style has been my intentional choice to cut CC back as far as possible. It's really pushed me to not only embrace a Mega Maxis Match aesthetic but it's also encouraged me to get more creative with the content already in the games.

Q: Who’s your favorite CC creator?

If I listed out all my favourites I'd be here all day and then I'd forget someone and feel terrible. I'm so lucky to be around at the same time as so many incredible CC creators, builders, storytellers, and modders here on Simblr who still make for TS2, and trust me, if you're here still posting updates for TS2 in the year 202X, I see you and I love you and I'm sending you all the positive energy you could ever use.

As a CC creator, though, I'd say my biggest inspiration is @crispsandkerosene. Their textures, models, animations, and especially their eye for the Maxis Match aesthetic are everything I aspire to some day, especially in their authentic TS1 recreations.

Q: How long have you had Simblr?

Since 2011... wow.

Q: How do you edit your pictures?

With The GIMP mostly just to resize. If it's an important screencap I might edit lighting/saturation for clarity, or mess around for storytelling purposes, but mostly it's just to crop and resize, lol. You guys all have to put up with my game's borked lighting.

Q: What expansion/gamepack is your favorite?

For TS1, I never had Makin Magic, so probably Pets. The animals themselves were fun but I was always transfixed by Old Town and gardening. Vacation is pretty close in my nostalgia, though.

For TS2 it's Bon Voyage. It's just such a jam-packed and well-thought-out EP, and you can tell it was Maxis's final love letter to the Sims franchise before they knew EA would put out their fire. Obviously I love Seasons and OFB as much as the next guy, but I think BV adds a surprising amount of replayability.

For TS3 it's 100% World Adventures. I love those gimmicky little tombs, lol. I always yearned for more life sim/time management elements to other exploration games, but I had never considered adding exploration/puzzle elements to a life sim instead. It's the perfect balance for me, lol; the tombs themselves may not be the most difficult puzzles, but having to manage your Sim's needs, finances, time, etc on top of those puzzles is exactly the kind of gameplay I was waiting for. (Why is the vacation EP basically my favourite for all these games?)

I don't have any TS4 EPs and I doubt I'll ever buy any, simply because I don't play the game enough, only decorate, but the one I'm most tempted by is the Tiny Living pack. I think I like the concept of it more than I like any of the objects it actually comes with, though, and technically I don't need an EP to make a tiny home.

Thanks for letting me ramble so much! For anyone who wants to do this, I add the following new questions:

What's your favourite in-game Sims food/meal?

What's your favourite supernatural life state?

What's your favourite way to grind for each skill?

If you haven't done it already then I tag @sixamese-simblr, @persimmonthusiast, @vegan-kaktus and @tvickiesims!

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clevereverest · 7 months

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My Current Fics

(Formatting partially inspired by @lilshocker8)

First person listed in the relationships tags is POV unless otherwise specified • Everything is under the cut to save space :D

Search “#clevereverest fic promos” for summaries and tags!

Ongoing Multichapter Post - “Now or Never”

My AO3 Dashboard

Sleepless - Race/Spot • 3,240 words • 2/2 CH

Racetrack struggles to fall asleep and accidently wakes up Spot in the process.

A Knowing Winner - Spot/Race • 2,327 words

Race asks Spot to play the ever-unpredictable game of truth or dare with him, and Spot can't bring himself to say no to such a convincing argument (that being Race asking him twice to play instead of once).

Something to Share with You - Race/Spot • 2,488 words

Racetrack plays sudoku every day with running feedback from Spot, who understands nothing, and Race decides that he wants to teach his boyfriend how to play.

Requests - Finch/Albert • 3,717 words

Albert has a late-night request to be sung to, and Finch reflects on a request of his own that holds a special place in his heart.

Taste Tests - Spot/Race • 3,813 words

On a whim, Spot and Race try out fruits they've never had.

To Ease The Mind - Race & Newsies • 7,635 words

Two times when Race reads to others, and one time when he's read to.

Do You Read Me? - Albert/Finch • 7,104 words

Best friend sensors don't tell you everything, unfortunately. Albert and Finch learn that fact the hard way.

Fall(ing) - Spot/Race • 3,831 words

It's the first day of fall, and Spot and Race decide to spend it in Central Park.

[ Part 1 in “All Things Fall” Series ]

Margin Notes - Race & Albert • 2,148 words

Race and Albert decide to bake on Friday the 13th. It doesn't exactly go to plan...

[ Newsiestober 2023 - Day 13: Baking ]

(Frightful) Fall Fest - Race/Spot, Race & Everyone • 9,549 words

Four weeks into fall, Race and Spot attend a festival with their closest friends.

[ Halloween! (Newsies' Version) 2023 // Part 2 in “All Things Fall” Series ]

Was the Moon Especially Bright? - Finch/Albert, Race/Spot • 6,108 words

Finch nor his friends could explain why or how Halloween changed, but they couldn't deny it happened even if they tried to.

[ Newsiestober 2023 - 7 Days: Multi-Prompt, In Tags // Halloween! (Newsies’ Version) 2023 ]

Lovesome - Albert/Finch • 3,000 words

Mr. and Mr. DaSilva-Cortez have an equally fun, relaxed, and more-than-mildly surprising evening together.

Joy to Us - Spot/Race (both POVs) • 6,923 words • 2/2 CH

Spot and Race celebrate a special Christmas together.

[ Part 1 in “Making Spirits Bright” Series ]

A Merry Pair - Albert/Finch (both POVs) • 8,328 words • 2/2 CH

With Christmas comes new memories for Albert and Finch.

[ Part 2 in “Making Spirits Bright” Series ]

Exactly Two Weeks - Spot/Race, Spot & Everyone • 999 words

It's Spot's 21st birthday! (Which is exactly two weeks after Christmas, by the way.)

Nothing Can Break Us - Race/Spot • 9,726 words

Promoted from a second in command, Race must withstand the taxing trials of leadership. It was only a matter of time before his friends noticed something was wrong.

Confess - Albert/Finch • 1,275 words

Albert confesses to Finch.

Worth It - Albert & Race • 663 words

Albert and Race get matching tattoos.

One-Upping - Sarah & Spot • 713 words

While bouldering, Sarah and Spot aim to outdo each other.

Now or Never - Spot/Race • 50,516 words • 10/12 CH

Spot recently realized he was in love with none other than Racetrack Higgins. Instead of simply confessing, Spot crafted the perfect plan to see if Race would like him back — with a pretty damn embarrassing inspiration behind it involving laser tag.

[ FULLY PREWRITTEN: Next update on May 5 ]

Hindered - Katherine/Sarah • 1,471 words

Late in the night, Katherine eventually stops staring blankly at her article, and she finds Sarah still awake, too.

[ Sapphic Blues (Newsbians) Event Week ]

#newsies #writing #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #clevereverest fics masterpost #sprace #redfinch #newsbians

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༊*·˚ i think i like when it rains ; sirius black (1k)

summary: with autumn comes a change in the weather, and you aren't about to pass up the opportunity to make the most out of a little rain.

song: i think i like when it rains — WILLIS

a/n: inspired by the song 'i think i like when it rains' by WILLIS, and the second of my fall fic-lets! i hope you enjoy, likes and reblogs are always much appreciated!

taglist | masterlist

whilst others may prefer the fierce warmth brought about by summer or the soft breezes of spring, your heart lay in the gloomy nature of autumn. nothing could be better than dark mornings, or cloudy skies accompanied by the falling leaves that littered the earth. it was a melancholy beauty, something that caused a pleasant tug at your heart, and you would never tire of it.

this passion for the coming autumn was the reason sirius had found you curled up on the common room windowsill, eyes glued to the sight of the castle grounds undergoing the seasonal changes. the heavy rainfall against the window panes created a soundtrack that could easily lull you to sleep if you were to sit there long enough.

your nose was almost pressed up against the cold glass in admiration, and sirius couldn’t help but to use your distracted state as a chance to surprise you. he approached you as quietly as he could, thanking the countless times that the marauders’ pranks had required him to be light on his feet.

“having fun there?” he murmured, lips mere inches away from the shell of your ear.

you jumped in fright, hand clutching your chest as if you could take your heart out and physically stop its rapid beating.

“fuck, sirius! y’can’t sneak up on me like that.” a breathless chuckle left your mouth as you began to calm down, leaning your head into his chest as he remained standing behind you.

“terribly sorry love, won’t happen again,” sirius replied, voice laced with sarcasm as he moved to rest his chin atop your head. “checking out the weather?”

you simply nodded, a gesture which caused sirius’ own head to follow your movements.

“and just how long have you been here?”

upon hearing you hesitate, sirius chuckled, tsk-ing in a teasing manner.

“thought so. y’might wanna get up, stretch your legs before you get a cramp,” he suggested. sirius held out his hand for you to take, assisting you as you moved from your curled up position.

when he caught wind of the familiar glint in your eye, he raised an eyebrow in silent question.

“come outside with me?”

“outside?” sirius snorted, pointing to the window that was streaked with raindrops. “in that? no chance darling.”

“but you said i needed to stretch my legs,” you protested, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards your coats that lay in the corner of the room. “and going for a walk would be stretching my legs, sirius.”

“exactly, darling. your legs. my legs have been perfectly stretched,” he responded, arms folded across his chest in a desperate plea to remain indoors.

“you aren’t getting out of this one ‘m afraid.”

without another word, you handed him his coat and waited impatiently for him to pull it over his frame. sirius, taking any chance he could to wind you up, shrugged it on impossibly slowly, huffing and puffing to himself as he did so. his eyes caught yours as he pretended to get caught in his sleeve, flapping the loose fabric in your direction with an exaggerated pout.

“take your time, babe, i have all day.” you regarded him with a raised eyebrow, internally cheering as sirius seemed to finally accept his fate and take your outstretched hand.

“you’re lucky i love you.”

“oh, of course. every day i thank merlin that i was so lucky as to be graced with your affection,” you taunted, laughing at his scoff as he knocked his shoulder with yours.

what should have been a fairly short journey was elongated by sirius’ digging his heels into the ground, trying to drag you back to the common room, and, on one occasion, sirius sitting on the floor and refusing to move.

at this point, it had become more of a game to sirius to see just how determined you were to get outside. each of your reactions added another spark to the joy that was burning inside of him, loving that you weren’t swayed by his antics.

once the exit was in sight, you ran ahead, delighting in the first few drops that kissed your cheeks and forehead. something about the rain produced a child-like joy in everyone, you believed, and you were no different.

as you spun around, you caught sight of sirius a few feet away, still indoors.

“come on!” you shouted, turning back to face him.

“but my hair,” sirius pouted, head thrown back in a dramatic show of disdain. he eyed up the grey clouds skeptically, not quite wanting to leave the safety of his shelter, but his inability to give in to you was outweighing his hatred of the rain.

“i promise you, your hair will be the least of your worries if you don’t get out here and bloody dance with me.”

“you said absolutely nothing about dancing!” sirius called back, but the spreading grin on his face betrayed his attempted facade of exasperation.

“is sirius black scared of a little rain?”

he laughed at this, a proper laugh that caused his eyes to crinkle slightly in their corners, and you knew you had won.

with a shout, he ran into the rain, tipping his head back to allow the water to fully consume him. when it was damp enough, he pushed his hair back and moved over to you with a mischievous grin.

sirius’ hands found your waist, fingers gently digging into your sides due to his desperation to hold you. unabridged joy had clearly flooded his brain as he began to spin you both around, gradually increasing his speed until you were both dizzy and giggling madly.

his lips met yours, and though they were slightly cold from the rain, they were undeniably sirius’. with a chuckle, he broke the kiss, pushing a lock of stray, wet hair from his eyes before grinning.

“you know what? i think i might actually like when it rains. even if it does ruin my hair.”

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