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In My Dreams

romcom novella

when the nature reserve she works at goes into lockdown due to dangerous fugitives in the area, an ace woman is stuck for two weeks with the childhood friend she was in love with as a teenager

BALDUR'S GATE 3 (2023) dev. Larian Studios

Prompt 264

Danny squints at his tiny hands, eyes narrowing as Clockwork hums in the kitchen. Which he wasn’t even aware of having been in LongNow. Maybe it wasn’t. He huffed, voice too squeaky for him to continue complaining. Stupid time accidents. 

Which wasn’t even starting on the other figure awkwardly sitting at the table. 

He glowered at the Ghost King, who kept glancing at him with an unreadable look in their eyes, then looked back towards where Clockwork was. His scowl deepened over his cup of tea- which wasn’t fair, he wanted coffee but nooo, that’s not healthy for ‘little ghostlings’. Ugh.

Sometimes he wished he was fully ghost so he didn’t have to apparently worry about his living body having to grow back up.

imagine being loved by me x

monster X monster hunter

The real reason why Eddie hates bugs

It could’ve been so easy for Thirteen to stop the Master.

All she would have to do is grab that bastard’s face and give him a kiss on the lips and he would just collapse and be stuck in a daze long enough for her to wrap up whatever disaster he tried to cause.

thinking a lot about the fact that sanji could light his cigarettes with his own body. why bother using a lighter? it sounds like so much fun this way! 🔥🚬

Anakin as Obi-Wan's Campaign Manager?? Say more right now please!

correction - anakin (19yo) as obi-wan (35yo)'s nonconsensual campaign manager

here's a bit more! all just set up, i have no idea what i want out of this fic yet word-count wise. structure wise. etc.

The Kenobi thing happens accidentally, honestly. Anakin isn’t even sure how he got into it, but at the end of September, Padmé had mentioned how formative canvassing had been to her own political outlook, how impactful it had been to help out on a campaign, and Anakin had thought—that’s it. I can do that, and then she'll see we have things in common and then she'll fall in love with me. And that night, he’d gone to his apartment and researched upcoming local elections. He’d found the list of people running for the city council, and he’d chosen one at a random. Obi-Wan Kenobi was thirty-five and up for re-election. He’d first been elected four years ago, at thirty-one, one of the youngest city councilmen in the history of Coruscant, running—as far as Anakin could tell—on the issue of city infrastructure and misuse and diversion of funds away from public goods like pothole-less roads to drive on. Even just reading the summary on the guy’s past campaign had been boring as hell, but he’d won, is the thing. He’d won, which means he has a good shot of winning it again, which would make it incredibly easy to help him along. Not many people vote in city council elections—fact. Not many people vote for names they don’t recognize, and they have a higher chance of recognizing an incumbent’s name over a challenger’s—fact. It’s only impressive to canvas for a campaign if the guy you’re canvassing for is elected—fact. So Obi-Wan Kenobi was a safe choice. A stellar choice. Anakin hit the books that weekend, printed out a bunch of blurbs on what the guy’s done—apparently it’s been mostly advocating for filling in potholes on what Anakin would bet his tuition money on is the guy’s commute to work—and hit the streets to drum up support for him. The election is in the middle of November, and today is October 2nd. Half the doors Anakin knocks on remain unopened, a fourth are closed in his face, and the remaining percentage are either not registered to vote or seem lukewarm to the idea of voting in a city council election at all. Three different elderly ladies have asked him if Kenobi is running for president. Hell, next time he’s just going to say yes. —--------- But Ahsoka isn’t wrong. Anakin hates to admit it, but he knows he has to. She’s not wrong. Something needs to change in his strategy because he’s not getting the numbers he needs. Honestly, this whole adventure has made him lose faith in the effectiveness of democracy. Maybe dictatorships aren’t so bad. It’s not like these people are voting anyway. He’s smart enough to keep this observation to himself, of course, but he wonders what could have been so eye-opening about Padmé’s time canvassing when Anakin’s having a hard enough time making this whole thing door-opening.

Percy Jackson is considered the most beautiful woman of all since the time of Helen of Troy.

And she doesn't know about it.

She's literally soooo pretty and everyone is falling over themselves for her and she's just like "ooh, shiny rock-"

Does not notice, how could she notice? She's a kid with a long history of school trouble. As far as she's concerned she's average at best, loser at worst.

What Pinhead sees when he shows up after I've solved the Lament Configuration

you treat your mouth as if it's heaven's gate

It took almost three weeks, but I finished it damn it! Well, kinda.

Originally I had a full body of Dracula, but this cropped version just looks a lot funnier. And with the reference to The Graduate, I think it actually fits better.

Plus I also had the door open, but I really just didn't feel like drawing out the apartment exterior.

Robert get's an unexpected, yet completely expected let's be honest, visitor. Can he give him a warm welcome?

Wolfstar Microfic: Darling

Remus and Sirius were sitting in the back of the library studying, much to Sirius’ chagrin. He would have much preferred to be in the back of the stacks snogging, but that wasn’t exactly the way life worked. 

One of these days he would tell Remus how he felt. 

Sometimes Sirius thought he might already know. Sirius caught him staring every so often, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he knew what Sirius was hiding. Did he know how often Sirius thought about him? How he consumed his heart without even meaning to?

“I’m so tired of astronomy,” Sirius muttered under his breath. 

“What was that, darling?” Remus asked, distractedly. 

Both of their heads snapped up at once. 

Remus had never called him that before. Had never called him anything remotely like that. 

They stared at each other. 

“That didn’t- I mean I didn’t- Can we pretend-” Remus attempted, never finishing a single thought. He was blushing furiously.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Sirius could feel himself breaking into a grin. He couldn’t help it. 

Did that mean…? Could it mean…? Well, there was only one way to find out.

Sirius leaned back in his chair. “If you want me to be your darling, I’m all yours,” he drawled, smiling in that way he knew made witches melt. Maybe it would work on wizards too. He’d never tried. But he was very interested in this wizard in particular, so it was worth a shot. And if it didn’t work, he could just say it was a joke. 

Remus’ mouth opened and closed a few times. 

“What are you saying?” he finally asked, bluntly. 

Sirius grinned wickedly. “If you want to go back in the stacks and have your wicked way with me, you’re welcome to, darling.” He raised his eyebrows as an invitation.

Remus slowly smiled, and it was a real, heartwarming sort of thing, no posturing about it. 

“Yeah, okay, if you’re serious,” he said.

“I am always Sirius,” Sirius quipped. Before Remus could roll his eyes, he finished quickly. “But in this case, I’m extra serious, grab your bags and come with me right now.”

He winked at Remus, who had never in his life gotten his books together and stood up faster.

Well this was going to be fun, Sirius thought.

@wolfstarmicrofic

On AO3 here