Can you tell I’m a Gaiman fangirl?

American Gods is one of my all time favorite books and I really enjoyed the first season of the TV series.

Laura Moon and Mad Sweeney were my favorite part of the show besides, of course, Mr. Wednesday.

Here’s Dead Wife and the leprechaun.

Chapter 23: O Brother where art thou?

There is a house  American Gods  fan fic  - S03 fix it - what if that coin never rolled out of his hand?

Chapter 23 - Shadow returns to the apartment to find the unwelcome visitor still there.

“I thought we made it clear that we don’t want any part of your….deal.” Shadow is surprised at the lack of tremor in his own voice.

Mr. World’s mouth quirks an impressed smile and Shadow can barely stop himself flinching when the New God stands abruptly to turn away from the table and face him more fully. The grocery bags shift in his arms.

World affects a sigh that makes his shoulders rise and fall, seeming for a moment to examine the lapel of his jacket before looking directly at Shadow.

“And you speak for him now, do you?” The question is lethally soft, the green eyes hypnotic.

Shadow’s mouth is dry, all words seem to have fled.

World steps closer, his features affecting earnestness, or some facsimile of sympathy, his face very close.

“Do you?” The voice is still soft, insidious.

Shadow finds himself frozen, literally unable to move, but something is happening inside him - the base fear turning to something else…something angry and….

Intimate

Warning(s): Explicit (18+) sexual contents Fandom: American Gods Pairing: Mad Sweeney x Reader (Female)

Part 1: Hush  Part 3: Chance

Authors Note: Fluff alert. I had a couple of ideas for one shots so I thought I'd expound on my previous work. If anyone has any thoughts, opinions, ideas or requests feel free to message me here or at A03 Sorry in advance for any misspellings/grammar errors. Hope you enjoy! 

It didn't register that you weren't waking up alone at first. Consciousness dawned on you gradually as you slowly began to stretch your limbs, but were met with a solid object where none should be. You silted an eye open to see the room dimly illuminated through the blackout curtains.  Looking down you see a freckled forearm pressed against your chest, a large hand gently cupping one of your breasts.

Soft breaths caressed your neck where he had his face buried your hair.  

You tried to collect your thoughts thinking back to the night before. Yes, he had come over and yes the two of you ended up getting piss drunk and fooling around, but no matter how sloshed he got he always made his exit after the deed was done.

Sweeney murmured something in this sleep pulling you closer to him. His legs were tangled in yours and you could feel a rock hard erection pressing into your back. You froze for a moment thinking he had woken up, but the soft rhythmic breathing continued.

It felt confusing being held like this. You had set rules at the beginning of your affair, cause you knew this is what it was, an affair to look back on when you were old and wistful, to prove to yourself that you took chances. One of the cardinal rules was no sleepovers.  You knew yourself enough to know that this form of intimacy would only make things more messy, more painful and you were trying to shield your heart . This was supposed to be fun and games.

Closing your eyes you let yourself be enveloped by the warmth of his body. It felt comforting to be wrapped up in him, breathing his scent. Eventually your body intruded on your silent meditation letting you know that you had a massive hangover and needed to use the bathroom asap. Picking up his arm by the wrist you guided his hand from your chest as you pulled a numb leg from in between his. You gently stood up feeling pins and needles in your extremities.  You must have been in that position for most of the night. You grabbed a piece of clothing off the floor to cover your naked body, watching the bed to make sure you didn’t disturb his slumber.

With your body no longer propping him up he rolled onto his stomach stretching out like a starfish. His feet hung off the edge by a good four inches, which looked ridiculous, which made you smile fondly.

You had picked up Sweeney's pearl button western shirt. It hung on you comically large. Snapping a few of the buttons you quickly made your way to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. You downed several glasses of water with some ibuprofen. You made some coffee and splashed a little whiskey in it. The clock on the microwave said 3:40 pm. You did a calculation and you realized you must have slept for nearly 12 hours. You poured yourself a second cup of coffee and decided to go back to your room. You denied it was because you wanted to watch Sweeney sleep. You sank down in an over stuffed chair with your legs tucked under you watching the rise and fall of his back. His face was turned towards you, arm sprawled out in the space your body inhabited. The sheet was twisted around his legs and exposed his rather nice ass. You smiled remembering how you surprised him by smacking his ass which intern got you pounced on.  

Hazy memories return to you about how you collapsed on the bed together and you pulled him close and demanded he stay. He had just wrapped his brawny arms around you and held you to his chest as you slowly drifted off, feeling drunk and in love. You winced a little remembering the safety and bliss you felt with that man beside you, around you, in you. This was dangerous territory you swore you wouldn't tread in.

The high pitch buzz from your cell phone pierced your reverie. Diving towards the sound you groped around the floor for your purse until you were able to silence the blaring object. You waited for a second before popping your head up over the edge of the bed. Sweeney was sitting up looking down at you trying to stifle a yawn.

“ What the fuck you doin down there?” he said cracking his neck. “ I forgot to shut off my cell phone. Sorry for waking you.” Sweeney regarded you for a few seconds. “Have you been awake long?” “ I dunno," you replied.  “Maybe an hour or so.” He nodded his head. “ So were you just…watching me?” He glanced toward your chair where the coffee mug was perched. A smirk played across his lips while a deep blush bloomed on your cheeks and down your neck, flushing your chest. “ And…what are you wearing?” You looked down at the pearl buttons of his shirt. Another wave of blush ignited on your skin which made Sweeney grin. “Christ  lass, you just can't get enough of me can you? Breakin’ your rules, wearin’ my clothes, sittin’ vigil in the dark.”

You turned your face trying to hide your embarrassment with a veil of hair.  “Oh no you're not,” he leaned forward grabbing the fabric around your arm gentling tugging it towards him. “You're not gonna shut me out. Get up here.” You followed despite your initial reaction to put distance between you two. The deep desire to be near him won out over any other. You crawled up the end of the bed sitting on your knees in front of him. His molten gaze swept over your frame. “Take that dirty thing off.” He said grabbing the hem and pulling it, the buttons popping open revealing the soft curves of your body; the swell of your breasts. Sweeney admired your body hungrily as he pushed his shirt off your shoulders letting it drop behind you.

He slid his long arm around your waist coaxing you to straddle his lap only the thin material of the sheet between you. He was still grinning at you his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip; his eyes bore into you, sparkling with mirth, mischief and lust. Your heart beat quickened as a thin veneer of sweat broke out on your body.  He drug his palm across your forehead smoothing the hair from your face tucking it behind your ear. “ Don't go all shy on me now, love.” You just huffed at him rolling your eyes. His hands were slipping up and down your back, down the curve of or hip and grabbing the swell of your ass.

“ You gonna let me kiss you good morning for once? “ His eyes darting to your partially opened mouth. You brought your hands up his bare chest, purposeful not to make eye contact. “ I suppose, since you're here anyway.” Your eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes and back again. “ Yes well, since I'm here…” he trailed off as flexed his arms around your back pulling you towards him and closing the space between you.

The kiss was gentle. He was playing with your mouth, his tongue just caressing your lips, teasing you, coaxing you to deepen the kiss. His attempt at frustration had worked; you stood up slightly on your knees gaining a little leverage, wrapping your arms around his neck burying your hand in the hair at his nape. Sweeney groaned and granted you access to his mouth deepening the kiss, letting you set the pace.

Your kisses were slow and languid. It was completely different from any other time you had been together. Those were frenzied, lust filled fucks. This tender and purposeful. It made your heart feel like it was going to burst.

Sweeney rolled backwards onto the bed pulling you down with him. He rolled to his side sliding you onto the bed without breaking the kiss. He moved over you being extremely careful as he settled his heavy body over yours. You felt a hand snake between you, his fingers sinking into your already aroused folds. He broke the kiss pecking down the side of your jaw, down your throat.

“I want to kiss you like that down here.” He whispered cupping your pulsing cunt. You swallowed nodding. “ ok... yea" you husked, breath coming ragged.  He gave you a long kiss on your lips before making his way down your body nestling his head between your thighs, spreading you open to him.

You gasp loudly, shutting your eyes as you felt his tongue enter you then lick you up to circle your clit. He had one hand pressed on the back of your thigh while the other snaked around to tease your entrance.

You started to see stars behind eyelids as his pace began to increase, his hot tongue sweeping across your cunt. He could tell your close, your body begins to shake, thighs quivering, urging him on.

Your orgasm crashes down on you suddenly as you squeeze your legs around his head, a hand grabbing a fistfull of short red hair. He kept at it until you pull his hair letting him know to stop.

He wipes his face off on the sheet; kisses and caresses your quivering skin until he's nestled against your heated body. His lips drop down on your open mouth letting you taste the sweetness of your cum commingling with his own flavor. You twine your arms and legs around his body, softly pulling him flush to you. A hand runs up the side of your body kneading your breasts before sliding up your neck into your hair.

You open your eyes to find him already looking down intensely into your face. “I need you…” you murmur your breath coming heavy. “ I need you in me.” Sweeney dropped his head to kiss you behind the ear whispering words you didn't understand. It made you shiver and flush grinding your hips into him.

He moves up over you, you wait in anticipation has he rubs himself between your thighs, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding at feeling the blissful stretch of him enter you. The air gets caught in your throat as he fills you. His moves are slow and deliberate as he speaks to you in the unfamiliar dialectic, dropping kisses on the top of your head. You hook your legs behind his thighs your small hands pressing into the muscles of his back, urging him on with the sounds flowing uncontrollably from your mouth. You're about to cum and you can tell he's not going to be far behind. Your head tilts back in a silent scream as your body releases for the second time. Your muscles clamp and quiver around him bringing him down with you as he pushes deeply, giving everything he's got into you.

You lay there quivering in each other's arms for a while before he pulls out. He rolls your limp body to him resting your head on his chest, kissing the top of your head, whispering nonsense to you as you slowly come back to earth.

You ended up asking him to stay the whole weekend. Rules were meant to be broken after all.

flash fic friday (#3)

Today we have something centering another one of my pairings. This one is part of a fanfic I might or might not write. 

Charis (my oc, a dryad) and Mad Sweeney (from American Gods) are some kind of couple, I guess. It would take too long to explain what they are so let me just say, there’s a lot of caring.

Please let me know what you think!

prompt post here, prompt by @givethispromptatry​ written on 06/26/2020, published on 07/03/2020  word count: 834 , warnings: mention of blood, a lil’ swearing

The souls of the forests and the ones of the wind had forwarded his message. Eventually it had reached the the dryad. But the souls are secretive. Barely giving away anything.

Sending messages this way is not the most ideal. They were faster once, more reliable. That was centuries ago. But they are determined and will always find a way. No matter how much time will be needed. Beings like the dryad, Charis, usually had plenty of that. The leprechaun she’s waiting for should be no exception. 

Though today he is.

Charis drumms impatiently on her steering wheel. He barely ever asks anything of her. On most days he’d show up in a random car or truck. Whatever he’d be able to find. On more seldom days he’d materialize out of nothing but the air. Travelling through the hoard of the sun.

For quite a while the dryad has been waiting at the edge of the forest already. Five cigarettes to be exact. A few breaks in between. Every now and then Charis would throw a glance through the passenger window. Scanning the treeline. Shooting them hard glances when they called out to her. The trees. 

Charis can hear them. Feel their spirit. Know their state. Feel their pain and agony. Casual stuff for a dryad.

Today she’s angry with them. Angry for that they didn’t give her enough information to work with. She knows who the message is from. She knows where she has to be. But no one told her anything about the time. Or the date. The Charis is left with her gut feeling telling her that something has to be wrong. He usually doesn’t send messages. He usually just shows up whenever.

A whisper arises within the forest. Hundreds of voices. Though they don’t exactly use words. It’s more similar to feeling and emotions. Those who are not of nature themselves have a hard time trying to understand. 

The dryad listens.

A tall man. Broad shouldered. Hunched over. Fiery hair and pale skin. Buile Shuibhne, then. Mad Sweeney, now. A Leprechaun. His aura unmistakable.

They had watched him ever since he had entered the forest. Covering their eyes whenever he looks at them. He knows they’re there. He is of nature himself. His aura ancient and powerful. A king. A god.

Charis feels the description resonating deep within her. Her own power being called by his.

They had watched him ever since he had left the clearing again. Limping, but upright. His aura had changed. The power still there. But uncontrolled and capricious. Madness.

Frowning, Charis steers the attention onto different aspects. They don’t like obeying.

The leprechaun pauses, shivers. He feeds from the power of nature. Using them just enough so he doesn’t pass out. They don’t like it. He feels their restraint. The swim had gone worse than expected. A lucky coin should have been in his pocket.

Sweeney walks again. His eyes are locked onto the treeline. A silver lining before him. So close. One arm is wrapped around his middle. Big hand pressing onto his side. Blood oozing out. Dripping from his body. Bleeding on their precious soil. Poisoning it with iron.

Enough. 

The whispers had turned cold. Almost like a sneer. Charis sends a wave of energy into the forest. Strong and bold. A warning shot. 

The whispers stop.

Charis can now see the figure nearing the edge of the forest. She gets out of the car. The cigarette in her hand forgotten. 

“Oh, no, no, no.” Her words are whispered. She stands to look over her car. Her heart races. Her aura glimmers. He stumbles.

“Oh shit, oh fuck.” Sweeney barely catches his stance. The forest had not lied. His side is covered in an unpleasant amount of blood.

“What the hell did you get yourself into this time?” Charis gestures wildly as she approaches him. He doesn’t speak. Breathing hard. Charis catches his heavy body as he stumbles again. One arm around her shoulder, she pulls him to her car. Drops him on the passenger seat.

Charis kneels down next to him. Worriedly checking his aura for any hints at proper damage except for the blood loss. She can feel him feed off her power to remain conscious. Accepts it. Allows him. His hand presses hers. 

“Get me out of here.”

Charis nods and walks around the car. The forest soon shrinks small in the rear view mirror. “Sweeney, what happened?”

He grunts. “Thought I’d go for a nice lil’ swim in that faerie pool. Godforsaken wee kelpie didn’t have it.”

Charis stays quiet. Her lips pressed into a thin line. “For real? That’s it?”

“Aye.”

Charis can’t help it. She snorts. Then laughs. Loud and carefree. A ridiculous story to hear from a god-king. No matter how long ago these titles applied. Charis keeps smiling to herself for the rest of the drive. She feels his aura strengthen. 

By the time they’re home the self-healing has done most of the job.

I just started the show!!  I did receive a question a while back whether I took requests for American Gods or not.  Give me 7 hours and the answer will be yes!  So send in the requests and I’ll work on them along with the bagillion other things I have to write!  I absolutely adore Bryan Fuller and everything he creates, and Neil Gaiman’s novel was fantastic, so this should be a fun ride 

Imagine Tech Boy taking you into the VR limo cause he thought you two could do some “research”.

“It's a little bright in here,” you say as you sit down on the leather seat.   

You expected him to sit across from you like he did just a few minutes ago in the club, but instead he sat beside you. 

 “I like things bright and clean” the Boy said as he pulled out his vape, eyeing you as he took a drag. He looked you up and down, lingering at your cleavage before meeting your gaze. 

You shrugged, “Yea, well, it's almost blinding, I can't imagine this doesn’t hurt your eyes. It's kind of irritating”. 

You talked back. You didn’t take his shit. That’s why he brought you here; he found you fascinating.  

 As you sat in the limo you realized that he wasn’t just different, he wasn’t human. Sure, he looked like a young boy in his twenties, somewhere close to your age. He had on baggy pants, a sleeveless tank and a snap back. All of this would usually be unattractive to you, but on him, with his blonde hair, high cheek bones, and big blue eyes, he made it work. It was the way he talked and thought that made you consider the possibility of him being something more.  

He spoke in rapid fire, words spilling out faster than most people could think. Talking about how evolution is inevitable and that he could change the world; was trying to change the world.  

Technical boy, as he called himself, was arrogant and downright full of himself. In the club he prattled on about evolving and technological advances. Not to mention how many times he talked about being a god. You were across the booth rolling your eyes as he spoke, constantly flicking his fingers and looking screens only he could apparently see. Others crowded him, offered him different vape flavors but all he did was stare at you and try to convince you that evolving was better than wasting time on the old ways.  

 “If only those old fucks would just let go and give us fucking chance.” he had seethed.  

You had shaken your head at his words. 

“Some people hold on to tradition because it reminds them of home, of family, not because they oppose new ways of doing things. Its comfortable.” 

 He paused, his lips parted as he was about to take a drag from his vape. No one had ever really put it like that to him. Tech finally gave a wave of his hand before replying,  

“Maybe but they’re also too stubborn to even consider the possibility that the old ways hold everyone back. If one doesn’t follow others will straggle too and cause a considerable amount of lag.” 

You laughed at the terms he used. ‘Lag’, ‘followers’, and he even compared to childbearing as ‘duplicating’. Not many guys could get under your skin and garner your affection at the same time. 

And now here you were, sitting a little too close to a guy you barely knew in his weird, supposedly virtual, limo.  

His cerulean eyes studied you as smoke spilled from his lips and nose. Your eyes flicked to his lips causing you to bite your own. Tech moved closer to you until your faces were mere inches apart. It was reckless to be in the position you were in with someone you didn’t even know, but that was the thrill of it.  

He closed the space between you two, crashing his lips into yours. Tech’s fingers threaded in your hair while his other arm snaked around your waste pulling you into his lap Your hands fell onto his neck gripping him as you ground into his growing erection. You bit his bottom lip causing Tech to moan into the kiss.  

You could tell he wasn’t used to this. But he was trying his best with whatever knowledge he had. Which you knew had to be a lot with how his mind seemed to work. 

It was all happening so fast, but that was what progress felt like. You internally rolled your eyes.  

‘I’m starting to sound like him’, you thought.  

His arm moved to rest on your hip while the other still gripped your hair. Tech used this new position to hold you in place as he started to grind harder into you. Your panties were soaked at this point in anticipation and you felt a familiar warmth in your lower stomach. He pulled little moans from you as he growled and thrust up against you. 

You wanted more, needed more and as if he could read your mind, the boy moved you onto your back, settling between your legs and pressed you into the cushion of the limo seat. 

After what seemed like an eternity, you both separated to catch your breath. Your chest heaved and you opened your eyes that you didn’t remember closing to see those brilliant blues staring back at you. They were full of lust and curiosity. And they seemed to glow. 

The lighting in the limo had dimmed a considerable amount and was awash with a blue haze, similar to the LEDs in the club.  

You could feel Tech’s surprisingly impressive length against your crotch, causing you to buck your hips up into him. His eyes closed and his lips parted slightly at the sudden friction. His hand slid up your torso pushing the fabric of your shirt up and grazed your soft skin, causing you to shiver. 

Tech smirked as his fingers danced along the exposed flesh and licked his swollen lips. 

“Now,” he said shakily, breath uneven, “I’d like to do some... research.” He winked as he lowered his head, capturing your lips once more.  

 Your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed back and tried to pull him flush against you. He held you in place and resisted you, smirking into the kiss. He liked to be in control, you could tell. 

So, you let him take control and explore you all he wanted. You couldn’t wait to see what he came up with as he continued his “research”. 

Name ten favourite characters from ten different things (books, tv, film, etc.) then tag ten people. **in no particular order!!!**

1. Klaus Hargreeves

2. Mad Sweeney

3. Peter Parker

4. Krel Tarron (just a small creacher...)

6. Janice

7. Quicksilver

8. Cassidy (😍 I'm love him)

9. Eggsy Unwin

10. Deadpool

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Questions to Hibiki from fans

Source (I used a translator and only arranged it a little so it makes more sense so it could be full of mistakes.)

- I'm going to ask you some really stupid questions. What would you like to look like if you were dressed as a woman? With what hairstyle What to wear Who do you want to show it to?

Sadako! [I can’t really understand the rest of the reply...xD]

- What do you think about wearing a dress? Can you wear a dress? Can you show it? I'm not sane? Wearing a dress? I think that it does not suit me even a little, so...

- What kind of girl does Hibiki like? I don't really like it... [I don't know what this is supposed to mean, if he doesn't like girls or if he just don't have a certain kind...I tend to say the latter. ;)] If anything, I tend to like people who appear more normal other than showy gals.

- Hibiki, which one are you, S or M? I don't know what to say, which one could it be? Maybe it's totally N! Neutral? It depends on the situation.

- Do you have any rules for living, Hibiki? My rule is...not to hurt people. This is a difficult game, so I don't know if I make it or not. Also, I think that I will not act like bending my core.

- How old are you? About 317 years old [Something with the name 'Saiba buru' is mentioned, but I don't know what it is...]

- Do you have any particular belongings? My favorite item is a ring that I got from my friend.

- Do you have a favorite movie? Favorite movies are Rockers, Rocky 1 & 2, Rambo 1, Prayer to the Dying, Young Gun 1 & 2, Clockwork Orange, Full Metal Jacket, Eraser Head, Elephant Man, Inland Empire, Skinny Man, Shining, Cujo, Pet Cemetery, It, Misery, Tommy Knockers, Carrie, Shawshank, Clash, Terminal, Poltergeist, Back to the Future, Goonies, Money Pit, Scanners, The Fly, Naked Lunch, Dead Spirit Harata 1 & 2, Darkman, Night of the Living Dead, Beetle Juice, Scissor Hands, Ed Wood, Sleepy Hollow, Big Fish, Charlie and Chocolate Factory, Sweeney Todd Devil Barber in Fleet Street Mad Max 1 & 2, Brain Dead, Satan's Sacrifice, Reservoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, True Romance, Natural Bone Killers, Desperado, Sid & Nancy, Leon, Jailbreak King, We are not Angels, Taxi Regards Driver, Cape Fear, Untouchable, Good Fellows, Unforgiving, Perfect World, Gran Torino, Interview with Vampire, Seven, Joe Black, Fight Club, Snatch, Oceans 12, Elm Street Nightmare, Platoon, Die Hard, Six Sense, Sin City, Men's Aka ... !

- What is your favorite season? I like every season!

- Does Hibiki make up herself during the live performance? [The translation said 'herself'...well. xD] I make my own makeup.

- Will Hibiki give up if the opposite sex you love only sees you as a friend? I give up and I don't want to approach in particular (I think it depends on how much I like)

- What kind of personality do you often get along with? And what do you do if you fight? Do you often apologize from yourself? I will make friends with rock people and people who think of me properly. If it ’s a fight, if I ’m bad, I ’ll apologize right away and don’t pull it.

- Do you have any fetish? Mouth, hips and feet.

[By the way, it is nice how he ends the blog entry with 'A man who lives at night, Hibiki'. :D]

- What is Hibiki-san hiding in the fluffy hair!? Coin is hidden in my head, feel like a coin purse? [I don't really get what is this is supposed to mean, but the question was so cute. :D]

- Is Hibiki's day-to-day holiday sometimes returning to an ordinary man instead of rock and roll? Yes ... Actually, I'm always a normal single man.

- The hairstyle you want to do (or any color). The hairstyle I want to try is Mohawk! A beautiful mohawk like PUNK! ! ! But I know that my face doesn't look good ... what if I shave my eyebrows completely? ? ?

- What kind of hairstyle do you usually have at home? Is your hair tied? I want to know. I'm spending my life like a hippie in my house ...

- Where do you first look when you see a woman? First of all, the eyes.

- Please tell me your favorite artists! ★ Japanese music ★ thee michelle gun elephant KING BROTHERS BLANKEY JET CITY THE MODS ARB THE ROOSTERS TH eROCKERS The 50 revolutions eastern youth THE BLUE HEARTS maximum the Hormone SOB THE BACK HORN THE HIGH GRIP ← w --- And the sound source of hardcore illegal gatherings ---- participant LAUGHIN NOSE MOBS COBRA LIP CREAM G.I.S.M OUTO BAWS ZOUO BUCK-TICK Merry Go Round PIERROT ★ Western music ★ Arctic monkeys The vines Jet The Strokes The horrors The offspring The Smashing Pumpkins Nine Inch Nails Primus Red hot chili peppers KASABIAN The White Stripes Nirvana MUSE Radiohead System Of A Down Rage Against the Machine Limp Bizkit SlipKnoT Korn Linkin park Mudvayne Rob Zombie Soulfly Tool Pantera Megadeth RAMMSTEIN Bauhaus

- If you can bring only 3 CDs to an uninhabited island, what CD will you bring? I think I won't be able to listen to music on an uninhabited island ... Bring your guitar with you

- What is a girl's favorite gesture? A figure kicking a man's balls.

- Recommended diet method. Oil-free meal, exercise and calorie calculation? The quickest thing is to eat a meal that calculates the calorie intake, fasting for about 2 days, making the stomach smaller.

- What is the ideal way to spend a holiday Smoking cigarettes while looking at the seaside at seaside, smoking cigarettes to the feet ... I want to spend a good time instead of making a fuss.

- What kind of clothes do you usually wear? I don't know what suits me ... What kind of clothes will look good on me? ? Reverse question?

- What is your favorite and disliked food? Favorite food Ramen Salted mackerel Okonomiyaki Tan-SIO Tinjaolose Mabo tofu Spicy curry Natto tomato juice Beer ☆ dislike food Shiitake mushroom Vinegar Konjac Fukujinzuke Takuwan Sweet fried egg Teriyaki in general Grilled meat sauce sweet and sour pork Salad with fruits Dried grapes

- What is your favorite book? ? Favorite book ... I'm sorry ... Actually I don't read books I don't have much time and I'm afraid to make my eyes worse ...

- Hibiki uses perfume, right? I don't add perfume, but I'll add body mist! Victoria Secret This is an endless love guy from the Garden Collection. Perfume is not good because the smell is too tight.

- Do you like horror? Mr. Ramlin I like horror but there are a lot of hits! ! Especially for horror and action ... I thought horror was good Night of the Living Dead zombie Creep show Dead Spirits 1 and 2 (camera work and Bruce Campbell lovers w) Batarian (easy-to-understand development and class B atmosphere!) ring Magic sound Object X from planet Shining Satan's sacrifice Basket case Brain Dead I've seen a lot of other things ... a pattern full of CG that can wither ...

- In about 3 months, Halloween will be, do you have any costumes you want girls to wear? ? If there is a costume you want to wear, please tell me! Costumes that girls want to wear ... Leather face ... It ’s a joke. I want to do leather face ☆ After all a beautiful and erotic zombie style for girls! Or maybe the Adams family! !

- How does it look like in your room? It's a white wall, but I don't have any posters on it. There are a lot of watches that are only at school. The curtains are ivory and gentle colors! Others are single beds LCD TV (AQUOS / Kameyama brand w of the world) TV stand There is only a large dark brown table The kitchen has a refrigerator, an IH stove that I bought yesterday, and an abdominal muscle device. It is surprisingly simple.

- Favorite liquor: My favorite liquor is ... beer! ! There is nothing in particular Actually I don't drink anything other than beer I don't like alcohol Sweet sour liquor, shochu, sake, whiskey, vodka, brandy, etc.

- What is your favorite type of woman? There is no such type. By the way, there is not one female celebrity favorite since elementary school.

- Is there a cool position and design for women to put in a tattoo? Hibiki likes I think it ’s okay if it ’s right for the person ’s character, I think angels are cute! ! Like Natural Born Killers, the main character in the movie was carving next to the navel? ?

- Good evening, Hibiki-san, have you ever cried in public since you became an adult? Have you ever cried in front of a lover? Of course! ! People cry because they are serious Isn't the person who makes it stupid a person who doesn't know much about human pain? In my thoughts, is it embarrassing to cry when you want to cry?

- I like beer but how much can I drink? What happens if you get drunk? I don't think I lose my memory because I'm drunk ... As far as I can remember, I remember drinking about 5 cups of mugs at a tavern. After that, I'm drinking with a dull, so surely more ... If someone does not count it, it will remain a mystery!

Nigga Mad Sweeney and DeadWife don’t need to be a thing, kill that fan fiction shit

Some base instinct is coursing through Salim, some visceral urge to run, but he is pinned by those green eyes and the stranger smiles beatifically.

“Oh! So you’re the mortal? How..” the stranger angles his head thoughtfully, and crinkles his nose, “…quaint”.

Czernobog is leaning his hammer back against the wall, and Salim wishes that he wasn’t, something feels so wrong, so wrong, so wrong. The stranger sets his hat and coat on the back of the sofa, and sits in Czernoborg’s vacated chair.

“Ah checkers” sighs the stranger, smiling down at the board, then looking up to meet Salim’s horrified gaze with a grin, “I love games.”

There is a house

SausageSquirrel

What if that coin had never rolled out of his hand? (A S3 alternative)

Read Chapter 19 on AO3 - an unexpected visitor arrives in Lakeside.

Chapter 19: Unwelcome and Unasked

March 26, 2009

Jon Stewart gets bleeped. Jonas leans over to me and quietly says, "I think he said 'fucking'." Pretty sure I'm doing it wrong.   @AmyJane (Amy Jane Gruber) – 91

Irony is reading a conversation on Facebook about how Twitter is a waste of time.   @sween (Jason Sweeney) – 69

OH: She's so ugly she blocks WiFi.   @SeoulBrother (SeoulBrother) – 61

DO SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES EVEN (clickthestar) WORK?   @tehawesome (Henry Birdseye) – 59

Did I just check out a cute hipster dressed like on old lady or a cute old lady dressed like a hipster? I'm okay with either.   @lonelysandwich (Adam Lisagor) – 59

The Gap's brand message: hot people still look hot, even in our shitty khakis.   @scottsimpson (Scott Simpson) – 54

In retrospect, "omg I want to make out with you!" was an inappropriate and unprofessional way to express gratitude in the workplace.   @CcSteff (Stephanie) – 54

I love you, you're the bee's knees. The bee's thighs. And thorax. Wings too. OK, basically you're a goddamn bee. That's how much I love you.   @sniffyjenkins (Justine Kilkerr) – 51

I just spent a whole decade making PowerPoints and getting mad at the internet. I hope I get one of those biographers who makes shit up.   @fireland (Joshua Allen) – 51

"If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything." -Marilyn Monroe  "If you can make a guy laugh, he probably teabagged you." -Me   @sween (Jason Sweeney) – 50

Meant to give my elevator pitch, but instead pitched a tent in the elevator.  Yup, still doing it wrong.  Still, nice display of enthusiasm.   @Moltz (Moltz) – 49

This is the parenting job I hate most: pretending The Boy throwing his burrito at the dog isn't the funniest fucking thing I've ever seen.   @seanhussey (Sean Hussey) – 42

There are two types of men in this world: those that'd be disgusted by my drinking all the gravy out of my chicken pot pie, and the gays.   @Jessabelle2o7 (Jess) – 41

I'm confused. If an act of terrorism is now a "man-made disaster" what are we supposed to call Joan Rivers' face?   @badbanana (Tim Siedell) – 41

21-year-old girl: "I still read fan fiction." Professor: "No offense, but were you home-schooled?"  Yes, I am going to love this class.   @katefeetie (one katie please) – 41

That warmth splashed through her, filling her, then draining away in waves from her wide open, gasping mouth, until the neti pot was empty.   @texburgher (Geoff Barnes) – 39

This blind guy on American Idol is Sasha Baron Cohen's best character yet.   @badbanana (Tim Siedell) – 38

Perhaps my new retirement plan depends too heavily on the capture of Mexican drug lords.   @badbanana (Tim Siedell) – 38

Scissor Sisters just teamed up with the Jonas Brothers to form a new group:   Cut the Shit   @MODAT (Modat) – 34

Finding a fingernail in my chicken salad is like finding money in my pocket except that it's really, really not like that at all.   @trelvix (Trelvix) – 33

The Past Is A Grotesque Animal

Part 1: Even Apocalypse is Fleeting

Warning(s): T for now (M in the future) Fandom: American Gods Pairing: Mad Sweeney x Laura, Mad Sweeney x OC Authors Note: I’ve had this idea knocking around in my brain for many months now. I just really like the idea of exploring Sweeney’s past and other gods who have fucked with him. So if you’re into future angst please keep reading! This story is written in a non-linear format. I didn’t start out writing it that way, it just came out like that.  I apologize for any errors I’ve read this thing so many times I can’t see the words anymore. Comments, suggestions, critique is always appreciated!

The engine of the battered ice cream truck sputtered and coughed as Laura pushed the peddle down willing it to climb the steep grade up over yet another Appalachian mountain.  It had been a few hours since their epic Kentucky fuck up that left her both husband and lifeless,  more or less.  Mad Sweeney sat bundled in his sleeping bag.  He had been uncharacteristically quiet for the majority of their journey,  either asleep or pretending to be.  Their destination was House on the Rock Wisconsin.

Laura worried at the edge of a fingernail, a bad habit from her living days.  This time her whole nail bed fell off.  She heard a gag from the passenger seat.  "Jesus Christ, Dead Wife,  if you keep gnawing at your finger like that the whole fucking things going to drop off.“   Laura pursed her dry lips,  eyes narrowing,  but still concentrating on the road.  

” So who’s in Wisconsin?  If Ostera couldn’t help me because I was killed by a God then aren’t I fucked?“  Mad Sweeney sighed pulling the sleeping bag a little tighter.  ” There are a whole mess of things that deal in the bringing of life and death.  Ostera was just one of the more pleasant to deal with.“   Laura shifted in her seat leaning into the sharp turn.  ” Lay off the fucking gas or you’re going to drive us right off the side of this fucking mountain.“ he spat. Ignoring him Laura continued her questioning  ” Yea,  but who exactly are we going to see,  cause I  don’t want to be walking in blind here.“ Sweeney groaned frustrated by her insistence .  ” You’re gonna have to trust me here… It’s… It’s fucking complicated ok?“  

” How fucking complicated can it be?  This person,  God,  thing,  whatever, can either help me or not.“ Laura retorted side eyeing him.   "Actually Dead Wife,  it’s pretty fucking complicated.  We’re walking into possibly thee most important fucking thing that’s happened in this country’s short life span and I was not exaggerating when I  said a whole MURDER OF GODS will be there. A whole murder of selfish, self-centered cunts all trying to out do each other.”  With a groan Sweeney hung his head in his hands. “The fucking pricks.” He muttered under his breath. “ And we’re to ask  a personal favor from one of the most bitter cunty cunts of them all.”

He sighed cocking his head and giving Laura a condescending tight lipped smile. “How the fuck do you think this is gonna work out, hmmm?” His gaze shifted unfocused out the window. “The price will be very fucking dear,  I’ll tell you that much.” he muttered gravely.

Laura huffed.  She was willing to do whatever it took to reunite her and Shadow.  Her determination was singular which Sweeney both admired and was irritated by.  He had pissed off Grimnir showing up in Kentucky with the Dead Wife and he knew he would make him suffer for it.  But Mad Sweeney didn’t want to dwell on that.  That was a fuck up to be paid back later, possibly never if he got his coin back.  Now, he had to figure out how best to approach this new problem.

"I’m just saying,”  Laura continued “ that if you gave me a little information,  maybe I could be more prepared when I meet this being to plead my case or pay the price.”  " You won’t have anything she’ll want.“ he sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "Then what will she want?” Laura asked cautiously.  Sweeney sighed shaking his head.

“What do God’s usually want?  A tribute in blood.”

Mr.  Nancy stood watching the line of cars, motorcycles, buses, even a horse drawn carriage or two  snake up the road towards the House on The Rock.  A meeting like this was unprecedented in his entire long existence. All manner of Gods and deities would be in attendance and it excited him to his core. He had tailored himself a new suit for the occasion, vivid peacock blue paisley with golds, emerald greens and deep amethyst purples.

He had been ordered to wait for one in particular, a wild card in this possible war.  He pulled a pair of gold opera glasses scanning the horizon. From far off he spotted the helicopter. It landed in the grass just outside the grounds.  A petite Hispanic woman gingerly emerged. Her raven’s wing black hair was cut in a severe bob brushing just the edge of her jawline, she was wearing oversized mirrored sunglasses which hid her nearly black eyes giving her a thin veneer of normalcy to mask the brutality that coiled within her skin.

She held out her arms and walked towards Nancy  "Oh Anansi!“ She exclaimed in slightly accented English,  ” How long has it been?“

"Girl, not, long enough”  he said giving her air kisses as they embraced. She wagged a manicured finger at him.  "Oh,  don’t tell me you’re still angry about New York?“ She threaded her arm through his and they began to make their up to the house.

"You very nearly got me killed”  he grumbled. She tutted at him “Oh please, no one could possibly kill you,  you’re Anansi,  King of Spiders or… something?“ She waved her hand dismissively as he gave her a side eye. “ If you remember correctly it was your old friend who started it.” Mr. Nancy tutted at her comment.   “Besides, you have hundreds of black history professors a crossed the country singing your praises.” Her red lips curled in a mirthless smile. “ You’re safe…for now.”  

Mr. Nancy chuckled at the jab, “Oh look at you miss thing,  you get a few dope peddlers on the border praying to your ass to help push their poison and suddenly you’re ‘Miss Big Shit. ��

"Oh darling,” she squeezed his arm, “Don’t be jealous.  It doesn’t suit you.  You know my re-branding has worked wonders.  I don’t understand why you and Wednesday are so resistant to change.  I get prayers,  they ask me for blessings and I answer them,  simple as that.”   She snapped her fingers.

Mr. Nancy scoffed.  " Re-branded? That’s just some more white techno bullshit.  From what I see is that they took a fierce fuckin’ goddess, a dealer of death,  and sanitized her.  White washed her power with the oppressors Catholicism and made you a Virgin Mary knock off with some skull paint,” Mr. Nancy stopped regarding her figure with a long gaze up and down, “ And honey, we both know that virgin is not a word that should be associated with you whatsoever.“  

The woman’s obsidian eyes hardened as her grin grew wider, nails shiny as a black widows body clutching tightly into his arm. She stood on her tiptoes, whispering into his ear, ” Every gram is a prayer,  every headless corpse a offering.” She canted her head with a smile “ I don’t see anyone offering anything to you.

Mr. Nancy chuckled, he knew he struck a nerve. "Does a few hundred Narco traffickers cut it?  What happened to the woman who stood atop a pile of thousands of skulls and demanded more for her kingdom?  Oh and those mother fuckers listened.  By the thousands they listened and then they would sacrifice themselves when there was nobody else.  You’re going to tell me you’re satisfied with a couple pits filled with a few hundred bodies?  I think not Mictēcacihuātl,  or do you prefer your slave name,  Santa Muerte? ”

“ You’re taking me to see the Grim Reaper? ” Laura asked half bemused. Sweeney scoffed. “The Grim… fucking…no,  not that asshole.  He couldn’t resurrect his cock to fuck himself. I’m talking about someone who doesn’t give two shits about Grimnir…” Sweeney trailed off in thought. Laura could tell by the expression on his face he was worried, though he’d never admit it. “What’s her name” she asked softly.

“Mictēcacihuātl.“ He said with a sigh."Mic… te..kaki…”  Laura tried to pronounce the unfamiliar name but was interrupted by Sweeney.  "Nope,  don’t even try,  you’re just gonna piss her off.“  “I can’t even try to say her name?” Laura looked at him confused.

“No you fuckin can’t. How do you think these gods know things? Whispers on the fucking wind bringing them murmurs from mortals. They can hear them or one of their fucking familiars will. Especially their old names.  Just say Santa Muerte.  It’s the new name and not as powerful as the old.”  Sweeney thought for a moment “ Actually, don’t even say that, I don’t want her knowing about this before we even see her. Just call her Mika, but not to her face. You say nothing to her, got that!” Sweeney shook a large index finger at Laura who just rolled her eyes jamming the gas peddle down.

"So, how do you even know Santa…er Mika? ” she asked shaking her head. It all was starting to feel overwhelming. A delayed shock, everything being real, gods existing, walking among them with fantastic and terrifying power, snatching spring before her very eyes.

Sweeney shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding eye contact. “We have… had a thing.”   Laura’s head snapped around to look at him causing the van to swerve off the road slightly. Sweeny reached over,  swearing in Gaelic, correcting the vans course.  " Eyes on the road you fuckin eejit.“  Laura continued to gape at him ” Wait, so you’re telling me you somehow fell dick first into Death?”  She began to laugh hysterically. If anyone was going to do something so asinine it would be him. “ God, you really are fucking stupid.” she said shaking her head.  “When the hell was this?“  

Sweeney look away slightly sheepish. He suddenly had become very interested in a loose thread on the sleeve. “ I don’t know,”  he mumbled plucking at the thread. He fidgeted uncomfortable as Laura’s gaze bored into him from the driver’s seat. "It was 80s for fucks sake.” he exasperatedly snapped.  Laura sat back in thought for a moment.  " Wait…what century? 1880s? 1980s?“

” Both.“ He said with a shrug. 

Somewhere in Texas  1884

Sweeney had been walking alone in the desert for what seemed like days.  The miners he had been traveling with had abandoned him long ago.  Too much trouble even if he did always seem to have money for whiskey and women.   They’d waited until he drank himself into a stupor, took his clothing, shoes and pushed his sorry ass out of a wagon in the middle of the night.  He awoke to buzzards circling.

"Fuuuuuuuck” He groaned slowly raising his arm to shield his eyes from the brutal summer sun.  His skin had already turned crimson,  his lips beginning to crack.  To top it off was the massive headache pounding out a steady rhythm in his skull.  With a herculean effort he forced his large frame to his feet and began gingerly walking in what he hoped was the direction of the last shitty mining town.  Cursing his poor luck he checked to make sure his special coin was still in his possession. Seeing that it was he wondered who or what he might have pissed off to place him in this predicament.  His coin was powerful,  but not all powerful.  

He came a crossed an outcropping of rock and took shelter from the scorching sun, gingerly sitting down on his burnt ass.  A scorpion scuttled up the rock in front of him.  " Get ta fuck"  he spat as he half-heartedly struck at it with a piece of wood he was using for a walking stick.  It was late afternoon, the desert terrain was shifting colors, burnt umber,  dark purples, it looked painted and unreal.

Even though the sun hadn’t set completely the moon sat low on the horizon. A harvest moon, like a red jewel in the sky.  It seemed so close, as if he could just reach out and pluck it from the air like one of his gold coins.  A fat rattle snake slowly slithered in Sweeney’s direction, interrupting his reverie causing him to jump to his blistered feet.  " NO,  FUCK NO"  he yelled in it’s direction.  “ This can not be the end!? I refuse to die in fucking Texas!!” He screamed impotently toward the moon.

Adrenaline in his veins, he struck out again.  He was severely dehydrated and having hallucinations about his time as a bird.  Naked,  restless. always moving.  He thought he was miserable then,  the freezing damp of Ireland seeping into his bones.  The night of Texas was the flip side to that misery.  The oppressive heat being released by the earth determined to dry every bit of moisture,  leaving him a husk.  

He wandered for hours,  the sun had long since set.  He felt the eyes of the night creatures on him.  The moon seemed to keep them at bay.  Another night of this and he knew he wouldn’t be so lucky.  Jaws snapping,  tearing flesh,  breaking bone.  He shuddered.  

Stopping to survey his surroundings he saw what he thought was a beam of light in the distance.  “Maybe a homesteader?” He didn’t give it much thought as he hobbled as fast as his burnt body could towards it.  A one room cabin came into view,  a candle sitting in the window.  Sweeney was desperate,  he knew that folks around here were a trigger happy lot, but he bet on his natural charm to win whoever it was over.  He had to.  He gingerly stepped onto the porch which gave off a loud creak.  He stopped to listen.   He hear hard sole shoes padding the floorboards inside.

He cleared his parched throat and called out to the person on the other side of the door.  "Hello?“ He rasped  ” I mean you no harm. I was separated from my wagon train,  there was an ambush by the natives…” He stopped for a second listening, his tongue darting out across his dry cracked lips. “I barely made it out alive!“  he lied smoothly.  "Please,  could you help me?  I’m burnt and haven’t had water in days.”   Sweeney was answered with silence.  He took a step towards the pine slat door trying to see in through the gaps. It seemed empty except for the candle dimly illuminating the interior.

“Please.” He begged resting his head on the frame.  His strength giving out.  "I’ll give you gold,  I’ll give you whatever you want,  just… please.“  he whispered,  praying that whoever was on the other side had a shred of compassion.  Suddenly light filled his vision and cold steel jutted into his chest.  It took a moment for Sweeney to refocus.  A small woman stood before him.  Dark skin,  long wild black hair falling around her shoulders.  She was wearing a white linen tunic top and a long red skirt.  A belt of bullets crisscrossed her torso.  Her eyes almost black boring holes into his green ones.  She pressed the shotgun into his chest saying something in a language he had never heard before.  His vision began to swim and he collapsed into the darkness.

Wild Men at Heart

Mad Sweeney x Male OC

A/N Please go easy on me. This is the first fan fiction. I've posted. Also my Oc Hank is played by Karl Urban

Hank wasn't one for going to bars but if the day was shit enough he'd been know to keep a tab running. Today was just one of those days so when he walked into to Jack's Crocodile Bar he sat his ass down and ordered. Fast.

"Alright cutie what would you like to drink?" The bartender at the time said.

"Whiskey please." He said in a rushed voice not wanting to be bothered. Rubbing a hand through his beard, he sighed loudly physically and mentally exhausted.

The woman came back with a drink and set it down. He uttered an uniterested thanks hopping she would leave him alone.

"So what's a handsome man like you doing here?" The woman flirted as she leaned over the counter twirling her hair, as her heard that he took a sip of his drink and sighed.

"Not interested" He said really irked. This was not the first woman to flirt with him. He was just spent really just plain over it.

"You sure? You seem a bit stressed. I could help you with that you know." She pressed with a wink not getting the hint. She kept the one sided flirting going until Hank had just had enough. Hank took another long sip of his drink and slammed it on the table.

"Listen lady. One I am NOT in the fucking mood. Two I am not into women. I am into guys so PLEASE take a hint and leave. Me. The. Hell. Alone." He said only after did he realize that most everybody was looking at him. "The fuck are you all looking at?" He snapped and only then did they all go back to what they were doing. Except for a lumbering red headed man. Hank had to admit he was really hot. The wife beater doing him justice. Their eyes met for just a second before Hank turned back to his drink and blushed. The bartender was long gone. The man came up and ploped in the chair right besides him and looked at him with a glint of mischief in those green eyes.

"Quite the show there lad. Whats your name?" He asked with an Irish accent that sent a shiver down Hanks spine and a erection started to form. Noticing just how big his frame truly was. He suddenly got nervous and started to stutter.

"Uh-uh m-my name is uh Hank Donivins."He mentally cursed himself for stuttering.

"Awww how cute. Are ya all hot and bothered? If it makes you feel better that display ya put on there was really damn hot." The red headed man spoke voice sending more shockwaves to just the right places and eyes shamelessly raked over Hanks suited body as well as licking his lips, which only made Hanks hardening erection even worse. "So sorry there lad, where me manners. Mad Sweeney at ye service." He said leaping out of the seat and doing a mock bow earning a chuckle out of the other man.

That caused Sweeney brake his charade and chuckle with him sitting back down. He sat down and reached out to Hanks ear pulling out a gold peace and showing it to him.

"What how the fu-?" Hank asked in confusion. As the night went on Sweeney did more tricks, shamelessly flirting all the damn time, they talked, and of course they drank. At the end of the night they were laughing so hard the whole neighborhood could probably hear them.

"So I was like 'more like you got a tiny dick am I right?' and you know what he did he just stormed out it was hilarious!" Hank howled with laughter as Sweeny followed. Sweeney then placed a hand on his knee and started rubbing circles with his thumb lost in his own little world.

Hank freezes and looks down and back up to him and starts to sputter.

"Sweeney what are you doing?" Hank asked cheeks got hot as hell. Sweeney leans in inches, beards barely touching away from Hanks lips and stared before saying and said in a husky voice.

"What do you want me to do? I game for anything really." He adds a lazy smirk

"Kiss me ya great big Irish bastard. I've got this erection you caused and I would rather not leave this building unatisfied." He rasped out. Sweeney didn't need to be told twice as he smashed his lips onto Hank's and grabbed his bearded cheekes with his hulking palms. Fighting for dominance, their tounges meshed together as they pulled at each other the need to be close was suffocating. As they pulled back for air they looked at each other like they were the only thing that mattered. Sweeney then pulled him towards the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Guess it wasn't so bad after all

WIP MEME

Tagged by the marvellous and magical @nettlekettle. Thank you! <3

1) How many works do you currently have in progress?

Errrr lots. But it depends how you define ‘in progress’. Partially written or planned out things? Probably more than a dozen. Things I actually still want to finish? Maybe 4 or 5. 

A matelotage two-parter (silvermuldoon and silverflint) 

an American Gods crossover (Silver meets Mad Sweeney)

a post-series probably canon-divergent silverflint reunion (that I’ve written 6000 words of and really need to finish some day)

and a cliff of existential regrets reunion thing (it was hideously depressing and I’d shelved it because it was making me upset, but then Jackie fixed the plan, so if it ever gets finished you all have her to thank)

There are definitely a dozen other things I’ve said I’ll write and completely intended to that I’ve forgotten about as well.

2) Do you/would you write fan fiction?

Obviously do.

3) Do you prefer paper books or ebooks?

Paper, but ebooks are good in a pinch. 

4) When did you start writing?

I’ve written bits of shitty fanfic since I was a teenager, but I’ve only really been sharing stuff for the last year and a half.

5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with?

Mostly nettlekettle, but I don’t tend to share more than snippets before I just upload the whole thing. I don’t bother with beta reading or anything like that, because I’m soft and don’t like criticism and this shit is just for fun anyway. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

6) Where is your favorite place to write?

My room.

7) Favorite childhood book?

For a long time I was obsessed with Not Now Bernard, if that counts.

8) Writing for fun or writing for publication?

Fun. 

9) Pen and paper or computer?

Computer. I edit so much as I go that I just can’t write more than a couple of pages of fic by hand before it’s a mess and I feel restricted by it. Plus, I find walls of text on white backgrounds difficult enough to read even without factoring in my scrawly writing, so computer documents where you can mess with background colours are the way to go.

10) Have you ever taken any writing classes?

Nope. The closest I got was studying English Lit at A Level.

11) What inspires you to write?

Quotes, tags, gifsets, conversations, weird thoughts, life experiences. Sometimes I want to write something because I think it would be an interesting exploration of a character/relationship/theme, and sometimes I want to write something because I’m feeling/have felt some way and projecting those feelings onto the characters is like therapy. 

Tagging: @jadedbirch @crucifythenburn @vowel-in-thug @annevbonny @brassfannibal @lurkerdelima @natlet @twobrokenwyngs if any of you want to do this! :)

Things To Do Today In London: Monday 6 March 2017

Things I Like In Bethnal Green at Oxford House What we're reading Leyton Orient fans raise money for a 'disaster recovery' fund. Driverless car has its first major trials on London's roads. Uber says thousands of its London drivers threatened by English language test. Research shows that London house prices have risen by £105 a day for the past five years. Things to do today DANCE WITH ME: Things I Like In Bethnal Green (Dance With Me), is an exhibition of eight short films that show the passing of time in Bethnal Green. Oxford House, free, just turn up, 9am-10pm, 6-12 March LAST CHANCE FOR UNDERWEAR: This week's your last chance to check out the V&A's comprehensive history of underwear exhibition, which we loved. Victoria & Albert Museum, £12, book ahead, until 12 March PIZZA OPENING: Pizza Pilgrims' conquest of London continues at a pace hotter than the ovens that fire the doughy delights; this time they've come to Shoreditch. It's BYOB and if you bring a chocolate bar they'll calzonify it for you. Monday's their first day, so to celebrate it's 'pay what you like'; with all proceeds going to the Samaritans. Pizza Pilgrims Shoreditch High Street, pay what you like, just turn up, 11.30am-11pm GLOBAL (LUKE)WARMING: Between the two polarised opinions on global warming, a third approach has appeared. It states the world's getting warmer but it's not so bad. Professor Tim Palmer investigates this viewpoint from a rigidly scientific perspective. The Royal Society, free, just turn up, 6pm CRIME FICTION: A panel featuring some of the best crime writers in the business will be talking about their books which keep readers up late into the night. Browns - The Judges Courts, £7, book ahead, 6.30pm-7.30pm Pizza Pilgrims in Shoreditch SPELLING BEE: Ever looked at a children's spelling bee and thought you could do so much better? Well now it's time to put your money where your mouth is with the London adult spelling bee. Take part, or just watch the madness unfold. Drink, Shop & Do, £5, book ahead, 7pm-8.30pm UKULELE HOOTENANNY: Whether you're a beginner or an expert ukulele player, you're welcome at this ukulele hootenanny. Borrow an instrument or bring your own and take part in renditions of old classics and modern pop songs on the ukulele. Queen of Hoxton. Free (£20 refundable deposit), 7pm-12am COMEDY DOCTOR: Is it possible for a doctor to diagnose and save the NHS in one comedy show? Well Dr Phil Hammond is giving it a shot. Leicester Square Theatre, £15/£12, book ahead, 7.15pm GIANT NIGHT OUT: The latest in the superb Milestones series sees John Coltrane's masterpiece Giant Steps performed in its entirety. Opportunities to hear such genre-defining music played live are rare; don't miss this one. The Jazz Cafe, £10, book ahead, doors 7.30pm Art review: a water contraption Courtesy White Rainbow Tokyo's subway is state of the art, but often fixes for leaks are very makeshift, such as a piece of plastic sheeting. Yuko Mohri has used this to inspire her creation where water moves throughout the installation and interacts with everyday items in a fascinating flow. Yuko Mohri: More More [Leaky] at White Rainbow, 47 Mortimer Street, W1W 8HJ, free Until 11 March ★★★☆☆ (Monday-Saturday) Theatre review: Danish modern If you can get a ticket, we think you'd love the Almeida Hamlet, even if you're not specifically lusting after Andrew Scott (Moriarty from Sherlock) pitching to rival Cumberbatch's star turn in the same role. It's Shakespeare for the 'Borgen' generation; a slick and surveillance-heavy visual on a cool penthouse set where Juliet Stevenson's splendid dirty dancing Gertrude can shag Claudius on a couch while the Norwegian ambassador paces the corridor. Enjoy cute turns of Amaka Okafor and Calum Finlay as Rosencrantz and Guildenstern or Jessica Brown Findlay's bathtub-dunking Ophelia, but even though you could ice a cake during some of his pauses, it's Scott's softly spoken, vulnerable and charming Dubliner Dane that holds your gaze and speaks the famous lines completely afresh, and as if to only you. Hamlet, Almeida Theatre, Almeida Street, N1 1TA £10-38 28 February-15 April ★★★★★ Johnny Fox Good cause for the day PAINFUL COMEDY: Laugh Till It Hurts brings together a fantastic collection of comics (including the reliably excellent Ed Byrne) in aid of the children's charity Barnardo's. The Hippodrome Theatre, £22, book ahead, 29 March, 7.30pm Funzing Fun things to do with our friends and sponsor Funzing. Forgotten Old London Tales of torture and plagues await you on a historical walk around London -- see bombed out ruins, discover Medieval markets and even visit a Roman ampitheatre. £12 Get tickets Hidden London Tour Dive deep into the history of ancient London down forgotten alleyways and mysterious tunnels. Untangle the truth from myths and legends, as you explore the history of figures from Sweeney Todd to the Knights Templar.  Get tickets A Secret London Tour Cross gas lit alleyways and stroll by ancient pubs as you discover forgotten parts of London. See the world's smallest police station and visit London's most superstitious hotel on a walking tour covering everything weird, wonderful and London. £12 Get tickets

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So I’ma go run and get some coffee and breakfast, come back and start writing some Mad Sweeney x Reader fics! I got some ideas for ya’ll ;) Some Smut for sure plus a lot of fluff cause, I mean, come on now. We all wanna cuddle that giant freckled fucker <3