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Kunimi Akira’s birthday is fast approaching, and young witch student Kindaichi Yuutarou fears for his best friend’s life, knowing he must undergo a dangerous trial within the Hell Dimension of Hinokoku once he turns eighteen.

With nowhere else to turn, he asks Demon Hunters Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime for help in taking down the sadistic House of the White Rose before it’s too late.

Meanwhile, Yahaba Shigeru finds his studies for the witch license exam rudely interrupted by the arrival of a certain Hell Hound, and the demon Hanamaki Takahiro tries to get the handsome witch tutor to fall in love with him.

                           RATING: M | PAIRINGS: IwaOi, KyouHaba, MatsuHana, KinKuni           ALTERNATE UNIVERSE: Urban Fantasy, Magic, Demons, Demon Hunters, Witches

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The place is called Eastern Star Jewelers, a store where anyone, human or witch, can purchase charmed (or cursed) jewelry. When two demons from Hinokoku take control of the store posing as businessmen, the charms begin to go awry, harming those that wear them.

Kuroo Tetsurou doesn’t want to risk putting Kenma in contact with Hinokoku demons, but Kenma is tired of hiding. He wants to confront them and force them to leave the world he now calls home. But Akaashi Keiji and Konoha Akinori are powerful demons from his past, and they’re not about to let anyone, traitor or hunter, deter them from their mission.

Enter Bokuto Koutarou.

((Direct sequel to Being Human: Origins))

                                           RATING: M | PAIRINGS: BokuAka, KuroKen            ALTERNATE UNIVERSE: Urban Fantasy, Magic, Demons, Demon Hunters, Witches

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When Ushijima Wakatoshi, a highly ranked Demon Hunter and early graduate of Shiratorizawa Magic Academy, returns to his alma mater tasked with the mission of finding a demon hidden within the student population, he expects it to be a simple job. Go in, locate the demon, turn it over to the coven council to be disposed of, and add another successful mission to his ledger.

However, the prime suspect, a young man named Tendou Satori, although odd, doesn’t seem to fit the profile. And as Tendou’s friends fiercely defend him, despite the evidence stacked against him, Ushijima slowly realizes that he’s been living his life all wrong.

((A stand-alone fic in the Being Human AU))

                           RATING: T | PAIRINGS: UshiTen, TenSemi, SemiShira, ShiraGoshi                            ALTERNATE UNIVERSE: Urban Fantasy, Magic, Demons, Witches

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Kuroo Tetsurou is a witch’s apprentice living above The Black Cat, a magic supply store where he also works. When his master leaves him for an assignment in China, and his best friends Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime abandon him for a working vacation on the beach, Kuroo commits the taboo and summons a demon to help him in the shop and help drive back the loneliness that lingers in the shadows.

Only the demon he summons isn’t the type of demon he expects, and he finds himself stuck with it with no idea of how to return it to where it belongs.

                                     RATING: M | PAIRINGS: KuroKen (Background IwaOi)              ALTERNATE UNIVERSE: Urban Fantasy, Magic, Demons, Demon Hunters, Witches

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hello. it’s weird being on here again.

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*blows a raspberry*

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hello. i’m not dead. but i did want to share i got inspired to write a narnia mafia au and i just finished the first draft of the summary of the first movie in said au. i think i’ll leave the first movie/book a summary and then write little scenes and stuff going further into the au after. not too sure i wont to expand on how the au differs from the movie/book so i’ll go through that later and make sure it actually makes sense. and then i can write more about the au. i’m excited

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Autistic Eddie headcanons:

Since y’all seemed to like my Autistic Eddie fanfic, he’s some little headcanons I was considering for it:

Venom forming into all the clothes Eddie has always wanted to wear but never could for comfort reasons. No matter what they look like they’re wearing, it always just feels like a t-shirt/hoodie and sweat pants to Eddie. 

Venom hating having to eat vegetables but knows Eddie needs them to be healthy and can’t stomach most of them himself so he just shoves like an entire head of lettuce into his mouth like “Great. We’re good for a month” “I don’t think it works like that, V.”

Venom is living stim slime. This is just a fact.

Venom covering Eddie for sensory deprivation when he gets overwhelmed. 

Venom understanding Eddie through their thoughts when Eddie becomes really non verbal and can even sometimes relay the thoughts to other people when Eddie can’t form words.

Tight Venom slime hugs that are good compression.

Feel free to add more.

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Eddie: V! Lashy and Screamy dropped some glitter on the carpet! I’m gonna need to pull out the vacuum!

V curling all the babybiotes up in tendrils like a octopus while hissing angrily and crawling into a corner on the roof

Eddie: I know you hate the vacuum baby I’ll be fast

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I have been rereading (well listening to audiobooks as I work) Prisoner of Azkaban and now Goblet of Fire, so my love for Sirius and the Marauders in general got back full force;; 

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Girl by Xi Zhang

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as they scuffled in the grass, adam closed his eyes and leaned his head back. he could nearly scry just like this. the quiet and the cold breeze on his throat would take him away and the dampness of his toes in his shoes and the scent of living creatures would keep him here. within and without. he couldn’t tell if he was letting himself idolize this place or ronan, and he wasn’t sure there was a difference.

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Sink your lips in my skin (a needle penetrating silk.)

“Anaïs Nin”,The Cynical Idealist. (via thecynical-idealist)

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Frankfurt - Germany (by Franco Folini) 

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I painted Raven Cycle characters by Maggie Stiefvater for Shelflove crate 

hope you guys will like it 

Ronan

Adam

Noah

Gansay

Blue

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Blue was a fanciful but sensible thing. ✧

Blue | Adam | Gansey | Noah | Ronan

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Sometimes, Jean wakes up feeling nothing.

Jeremy knows it’s one of these days because when he opens his eyes, Jean is sitting in the bed, window open, staring at the traffic. On good days, Jean gets out of bed first, puts the coffee on, and goes in the shower. The smell of coffee wakes Jeremy. On very good days, Jeremy even joins him in the shower.

But today is a bad day.

Today, Jean doesn’t even look up when Jeremy rolls toward him. His arms are crossed on the window sill. His eyes are empty, staring at the street down.

Jean had explained it to him once. How it feels. He’d said when it’s too much, it’s like my mind just gives up, it feels like being underwatet, inside my own head, all fuzzy and cold and empty.

When what is too much? Jeremy asked.

Everything, Jean said, with a shrug. His toenails had been painted a soft blue by Renee the day before. Nightmares, life. Existing.

Jeremy gets up. The floor outside the bedroom is cold and he grimaces. He turns on the radio in the kitchen. And just to prove you do, Julie London sings. You can cry me a river…

Jeremy turns on the coffee machine. The sound drowns the radio. He waits as it fills the two mugs. The light streaming through the window warms his feet.

The machine stops. I cried a river over you. He takes the mugs, puts two sugars in his, a dash of milk and half a sugar in Jean’s.

Jean hasn’t moved. Jeremy climbs on the bed and precariously walks on his knees with the mugs in his hands. He puts Jean’s cup on the window sill, next to his hand. Once, they’d been careless and a cup had fallen over. They’d watched with absolute dismay as it smashed on the ground, ten floors down. Thankfully, no one had been under.

They are more careful now, but can’t shake the habit.

Jeremy crosses his legs. It’s a nice Sunday. The air is warm, and a cool breeze plays with Jeremy’s air. He looks down. A lady is sitting in the sun. She has long gray hair tied in a bun, and an elegant blue dress. “I think she used to be a seamstress,” he says. “She made beautiful dresses for royalties and first ladies all over the world. People knew her name. She never married but her sister had children. Now, she makes dresses for her grand nieces and nephews. She’s in holidays, visiting Miami.”

There’s a long moment of silence where Jeremy’s heart sinks. It happens sometimes. Jean doesn’t answer, can’t be bothered.

“Why would she visit Miami?” Jean asks, eventually, voice rough and barely higher than a whisper.

Jeremy wants to wrap him in his arms and protect him from anything else that could happen to him. Instead, he puts aside his cup and leans against the wall, feet brushing against Jean’s legs. “To learn Spanish of course.”

And there it is, the little amused huff, the way Jean’s gray eyes leave the road to fall over him. “That is ridiculous,” Jean says, his French accent hardly notable anymore, but still there, coloring his words.

Jeremy laughs. “I don’t see why. There are almost more Spanish speakers here, than English.”

Jean doesn’t answer, his hands curling around his mug. Jeremy doesn’t mind. This isn’t the same kind of silence, the oppressive where it seens impossible to reach Jean. This is just the silence of two people who are comfortable around each other.

He pokes Jean’s thigh with his foot. Jean glares at him and Jeremy grins. “You could speak Spanish, too.”

Jean shakes his head. “My Spanish is terrible. You’ve heard it.”

Jeremy hums. “I like it. Your accent is very charming.”

Jean reaches over and covers Jeremy’s grin with his hand. His hands smells of coffee. Jeremy kisses the palm, gently pulls it away from his mouth, and keeps it in his own hand.

“What do you want to do today?” He asks softly.

Jean finishes his coffee slowly. The traffic continues outside. Someone honks loudly. Time passes, enough that Jeremy thinks the question was forgotten. Eventually, Jean puts his cup down and squeezes Jeremy’s hand that he hasn’t let go. “No,” he says. “I just want to stay here.”

“Okay then, give me a second?”

Jean nods. Jeremy slides out of bed and walks to the kitchen. The radio is still on. Jeremy picks it up and brings it back to bed. He leaves it on the bedside table and climbs in bed. He puts his head on Jean’s lap. Jean, gently, puts a hand in his hair.

You make me smile with my heart, sings the radio.