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sunnydaleherald · 1 year ago

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, April 27th

XANDER: For I am Xander, King of Cretins. May all lesser cretins bow before me.

~~Witch~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Forget I Asked by NotASlayer (Xander/Anya, T)

Happy Birthday, Bottle Blonde by Bellavision (bellavision) (Buffy/Spike, not rated)

how you were inverted by CallMeVampy (Giles/Ethan, T)

A Balance of Angels by InMyOwnHeadItGoesLikeThis (Giles/Ethan, Good Omens crossover, G)

Mask by Enigmatist (Angel & Fred's parents, not rated)

Spike and Buffybot text chat by scooby-group-texts (0)

Inner Demon = Literal Cat by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Raven, Chapter 13 by sparrow2000 (Xander & Spike, G)

… A Stranger I Go Hence, Chapter 13 by MalkMcJorma (Faith/OC, M)

Sunnydale Serenade, Chapter 15 by TheRealJeanGenie (Buffy/Spike, T)

With Arms Wide Open, Chapter 33 by jaybird023 (Buffy/Giles, E)

Shadow Over Hellmouth, Chapter 109 by Tuxedo_Mark (Buffy/Tara, E)

Thirty-ish Days (and Thirty-ish Years), Chapter 28 by Dynapink (Buffy/Giles, T)

Wish Granted, Chapter 10 by faewm (Anyanka, Harry Potter crossover, T)

Sanguinaccio Dolce, Chapter 3 by SarielLunar (Xander, Hannibal crossover, M)

In Case You Haven't Noticed... Chapter 10 by Sdhuskerfan (Buffy/Giles, E)

Raven, Chapter 13 (complete!) by sparrow2000 (Xander & Spike, G)

No Going Back, Chapter 20 by Tru2urheart (Willow/Tara, M)

Greatest Love Story Postlude, Chapter 15 by FalseGinger (Angel/Spike, M)

The Reason Why, Chapter 8 by Xyex (Buffy/OC, M)

The Boring Stuff: Reptile Boy, Chapter 6 by missfiggy (Buffy/Angel, M)

In the Company of Witches and Slayers: Chapters 18-19 by VladimirHarkonnen (TheLightdancer) (Willow/Tara, E)

You’re my always, Chapter 9 (complete!) by Shipper_wlw (Willow/Tara, T)

If I Could Turn Back Time, Chapter 3 by Tropicmorningnews (Buffy/Angel, M)

Dusk Rising, Chapter 43 by HappyWhenItRains (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Army Wife, Chapter 3 by though_you_try (Buffy/Spike, R)

Afterburn: In The Dark, Chapter 4 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Centerfold, Chapter 5 by all choseny, Passion4Spike, MissLuci (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

A Ripple In Time, Chapters 11-12 by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Secret Obsession, Chapters 8-9 by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Guitar Villain, Chapter 2 by RavenLove12 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Masquerade, Chapter 1 by Holly (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Spike's Bloody Awful Poetry, Part Deux: A Tortured Poet, Chapter 1 by BewitchedXx (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Animal I Have Become, Chapter 1 by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, R)

Exquisite Chaos: Part 1, Chapter 1 by yellowb, JayeMaru, bewildered, DeamonQueen, ClowniestLivEver, VoronaFiernan (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Yellowstone: A Safe Harbor, Chapter 5 by Buffyworldbuilder (Buffy, Yellowstone crossover, FR7)

Early One Morning, Chapter 36 by all choseny (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Love Lives Here, Chapter 54 by Passion4Spike (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Sculpture of Dance, Chapter 15 (complete!) by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, R)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: Der Kinderstod by linguini (worksafe)

Coloring page of Aud/Anya Jenkins in "Selfless" by amazzyblaze (worksafe)

Comic: Connor, Gunn and Spike by genericaces (worksafe)

Fanvid: Buffy Summers | The Horror by Jasmyne Peck (0)

Fanvid: Spike - Ugly Side by CaptainBlondieBear (0)

Fanvid: El Tango de Buffy (Roxanne)- Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Bangel and Spuffy) by Bobblehead89 (0)

Fanvid: Buffy Summers - Look What You Made Me Do by starryeyesxxmasterclass (0)

Fanvid: Buffyverse | Out of My League by genericaces (0)

Fanvid: buffy & spike | you’ll never be friends | btvs spoilers by graey13 (0)

Fanvid: Buffy & Dean • Genie In A Bottle by Holly (Supernatural crossover)

Fanvid: Buffy and angel- Ashes by Movieandtvshows 2 (0)

Fanvid: The Prophecy | Buffy Summers by leticia (0)

Music: Buffy The Vampire Slayer OST theme fan-cover by Night-Lee (0)

[Reviews & Recaps]

BTVS/Angel Rewatch Chronicles: Seasons 6/3, Part Two by QualifiedApathetic

Rewatcher's diary: season 1 by jonaskoelker

Video: Angel, Season One, Episode Fifteen: The Prodigal by Slayed! The Buffyverse Revisited Podcast

Video: Dead Things-Slayer Sunday by Jane Talks Buffy

Video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 3 Review! (Spoilers!) by SundayScariesReview

Video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer SFX - A Video Essay by TheRealZahyra

Video: The Re-Watcher's Council | "Lie to Me" Buffy the Vampire Slayer S02E07 Spoiler Review by LGRN - Entertainment

Podcast: 69 - Buffy The Vampire Slayer [movie] by The Contrarians

Podcast: Angel S4E2: Ground State by Booze & Buffy

[Search & Recs]

Fic search: Looking for a [Spuffy] fic! by Identity__Crysis

Fic rec: [Rhapsody in Oil by Eurydice11] Best Spuffy Story I Ever Read! by Ok_Wheel7960

Vid rec: Throwing it back to this iconic Fuffy vid [Whispers in the Dark by Sam] recced by patwrites

[Community Announcements]

Shoebox Diorama Contest: Buffy Edition! by The Sunnydale Diaries - A Buffy Podcast

[Fandom Discussions]

They get all kinds of mileage out of Xander having memories of being an army guy, but ... by nicnacsnonsense

Joss' favoritism of the most horrible mediocre white men aka riley, xander, and angel is never more apparent than in Into the Woods by raisedbythetv89

I think it would’ve been way cooler if Drusilla and Ms. Calendar had been related by theredpharaoah

Wouldn’t it be messed up if some known potentials where just kidnapped? by finalgirl1984

[Spike's clarification about his crypt in Potential] by littlenastieswewhispered

Dawn deserves more credit continued by thetopher

Seth Green leaving , was it dodging a bullet storywise continued by semiurge

Was Angel hypocrital for having different attitudes towards Lindsey and Faith? by The Whirlwind

Rewatch thoughts and questions continued by multiple posters

American Cinematographer Article on Michael Gershman by Priceless

Reasons for being the Slayer continued by American Aurora

If you could put one F-Bomb in the whole series [AtS], where would you put it? by asiantorontonian88

Willow in Season 7 and Angel season 4 by TheAgeOfAdz91

Sarah Michelle Gellar's best crying moment of these choices? by jdpm1991

Did Spike apologize? by Icy-Morning6813

Were you on Doris' the social worker side? by brwitch

S4E7 - The Initiative [Spike's chip] by _isopale_

What episode would you show a friend to get them to watch the show? by stnkykermie

How far do y'all think Sunnydale is from these cities? by No-Intention-1948

The Trio! by Sculder_1013

Full Series Rewatch Accomplished: Whose got time to explain the scythe to me? by Fine-Grapefruit-4193

What if it had been Buffy [whom Wesley had asked to catch Angelus]? by FoxIndependent4310

Cassie and Cassandra (the mythical figure who foresaw the fall of Rome) by nota-banana

What happened to Willy the Snitch update by PiperFett

For you, who is the best fighter in the series? by FoxIndependent4310

"Chosen" final battle by Emergency_Self_3607

Buffy's neighbours by Al_Bee

Theory About Seeing Red [Warren shooting Buffy and Tara] by Past-Throat-6788

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#buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #angel the series #ats

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will-iam-graham · 2 years ago

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Tag Nine People You'd Like to Get to Know Better!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒): dark green, deep blue, black, white, grey

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑(𝐒): mango, avocado, coffee, lactose-free milk, pickles

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: David Bowie, Depeche Mode, Rammstein, And One, Melotron, Brothers Osborne, Aesthetic Perfection, opera

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄(𝐒): Bram Stoker's Dracula, The Silence of the Lambs, Pulp Fiction, The Ring, American Psycho, Sinister

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: Hannibal, The Sandman, Friends (I also liked X-files a lot, and I don't include cartoons and anime here)

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: Always You by Depeche Mode

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: Hannibal (rewatched for the 3rd time)

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: i don't remember the title XD it was a horror movie

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: Hannibal by T. Harris, Talking with Psychopaths and Savages by Christopher Berry-Dee

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: Hannibal TV series (again, trying to finish)

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍: series of drabbles on Hannibal in my native language, a fanfiction on Hannibal in English, drafts and replies

Tagged by: @vulpineobedience

Tagging: @musesofhororr @mieleimpuro @drdumaurier @mpathesia @zmogedra @joshosis and anyone who wants to share, please, feel free to do this (or not, no pressure)

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youphoriaot7 · 1 year ago

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helloooo!! i am sen, nice to meet you all :D been hanging around a bunch on tumblr and i'm starting to brainrot on all sorts of subjects so i figured i'd update my pinned.

sen – they/them – over 21 i write fic on ao3 here, and cosplay over on tiktok here! if you want more links, you can check out my carrd here! online series: life series, qsmp, ordem paranormal, generation loss streamers/yters: cellbit, tazercraft (pactw / mikethelink), fitmc, goodtimeswithscar, grian, ranboo other: dead boy detectives, the sandman, good omens, sherlock holmes (frogwares games, bbc sherlock), the magnus archives/protocol, malevolent, arcane, supernatural, doctor who, hannibal, baldur's gate 3

if you're an rp/writing account and you received a follow from me, it's likely because i found your account through one of my sideblogs. these are @hcpewings @malum-incessu and @shlpwreckd . i'm likely interested in writing with you—check those accounts for more information!

making a tags masterlist below this (because things got out of hand on here VERY quickly lmaoooo) – not necessary to read ofc, it's mostly for me ksjghsjfk

i'll add tags as things happen!

GENERAL TAGS (A-Z)

character study | breakdown

fanart | fic | whumptober2023 | sen's qsmp whumptober

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES

HERMITCRAFT / LIFE SERIES

hc fanart | trafficblr

ORDEM PARANORMAL

opq | opq liveblogging

QSMP

SHERLOCK HOLMES

CHARACTER TAGS (A-Z)

qsmp antoine | qsmp arin

opq benito qsmp bagi | qsmp baghera | qsmp bbh | qsmp bobby

cat king charles rowland createtrio crystal palace opq carol qsmp cellbit | qsmp chayanne | qsmp cucurucho

dandelion sprites david the demon opq diego qsmp dapper

edwin paine / edwin payne esther finch qsmp elquackity | qsmp empanada | qsmp etoiles

fitpac frogwares holmes frogwares jon frogwares mycroft frogwares sherlock frogwares watson qsmp felps | qsmp fit / qsmp fitmc | qsmp foolish | qsmp forever

goodtimeswithscar / gtws grian guapoduo qsmp german | qsmp goddesses (mine, mumza, lore)

hgduo | hideandseektrio

impulsesv

jenny green / jenny the butcher opq jeffrey qsmp jaiden | qsmp juanaflippa

opq lucie | opq luis qsmp leo | qsmp luzu

the night nurse niko sasaki qsmp niki

qsmp quackity

qsmp ramon | qsmp richarlyson | qsmp rivers | qsmp roier

seekduo simon the bully qsmp slimecicle | qsmp sunny

verner vogel violet holmes

qsmp walter-bob | qsmp willy

#pinned post

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davantagedenuit · 8 years ago

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3x13

Obvs not a drabble (but each segment is 175 words long).

Funerals are when one is buried in the hearts of those that know them.

Will Graham has four of them.

1. The first happens in a Baltimore hospital. Jack Crawford finds Molly Graham’s room. Her shoulder is still in a sling, and her son sleeps on the couch. The news is playing on mute. Molly’s eyes are somewhat puffy and she taps the TV remote on her thigh silently.

Jack’s coat still smells of the emergency flares and the spilled gas from the crash site. He takes a seat.

“It’s probably not a good idea that we talk right now,” Molly says.

He nods. The news show footage from what the band at the bottom of the screen calls a national manhunt. “Will told us to tell the media that he had assisted Hannibal in escaping.”

Molly shuts her eyes. “It’s kind of funny how you just phrased that,” she says.

A moment stretches, and as it dilates, Jack becomes dimly aware of the thing that will one day have grown into guilt. “Whatever happened,” is what he says, “I’m sure he wanted you to know that.”

“Really? Sounds like you wanted me to,” Molly says.

2. The second takes place in some very dark waters.

“Be careful, alright?” his mother says.

Walter turns around. The wind breathes in the pines around the lake. It’s almost dawn. “Why? The ice is really thick,” he says.

Molly smiles. “Be careful anyway.”

Down the hole in the ice there are only some slivers of gray and indigo blue, then just dark things below. Walter opens the small polished, wooden box he has brought with him. He’s made sure they are all there. It’s snowed last week, but since then it’s been so cold that the snow is dry and rough. The lures shine on the ground.

Walter ties a weight to a fish line, and then he ties all the lures on it. It takes some time.

In total, there are seventeen lures. Walter puts the weight near the edge of the hole.

“You can say something if you’d like,” Molly says.

The boy shakes his head. He pushes the weight and watches the lure slide on the snow, then disappear in the water.

3. The third is in Jack’s office.

Agents Price and Zeller are at the team’s meeting with the others. The only clue they have is the Hallmark’s birthday cards.

“With a key inside,” Jack repeats. “The key is found to lead to a locker. First was in a Kansas public pool. Second was in the MIT library. Last one was at an outfitter near the Canadian border. The locker has a map inside with a cross marking the location of a body.”

Jack paces in front of the pictures and the maps. He does not impose as much as he used to.

A muffled voice comes from the back. “Even Will Graham wouldn’t be able to figure this one out.”

Silence falls on the room. Zeller turns, but he can’t set his eyes on who’s said it.

Jack has heard. He stands very still. He doesn’t yell as much as he used to either.

Back at the lab, they pour themselves whisky in beakers. They toast over the third victim’s body. Neither of them says anything.

4. The fourth is featured in the tabloids.

“Agent Crawford. Agent Crawford!” Freddie Lounds calls out in the corridor. “Could Tattlecrime’s readers, by any chance, have a quote from you on the new room?”

Jack stops. “I was under the impression that you had been denied access to the opening, Miss Lounds,” he says.

Freddie Lounds gives Jack her widest smile. “Only to the press conference.”

The Evil Minds Museum is closed, only a few employees linger. Jack puts on his hat. “I can’t help you,” he says, over his shoulder. “You can say I didn’t agree with it.”

She fidgets with her camera, and returns to the entrance. To the new room that leads to all others.

Personally, she thinks it’s a bit overwhelming, but they went for realism, she figures. It’s a replica of Will Graham’s bedroom. Only it has better lighting. There are cards on the walls and furniture. The door to the kitchen leads the visitor to Hannibal Lecter’s kitchen. A nice touch.

But she’s certain Will Graham would also not agree.

#hannibal rewatch drabble #the wrath of the lamb #and overall i'm one year late with those

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insanereddragon · 8 years ago

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❝I succeed in hurting the first person I ever loved.❞ *whispers* hannigram.

When the echo of Pazzi’s footsteps finally fades, Will lets himself stalk through the cold stone passages. He knows that Hannibal is still there - now that he’s so close, it feels like Hannibal’s fingers are back at his stomach, pressing through his scar and wriggling against his guts.

When he finally comes to a stop, Will knows Hannibal won’t let himself be found. It’s an afterthought, his forgiveness spoken into the stillness and an admission he’s not completely sure he means. He thinks, however, he feels the brush of an exhaled breath across his skin and for now it’s enough.

–

I’ve succeeded in hurting the first person I’ve ever loved. The thought comes unbidden as Hannibal slips back out of the catacombs and into the chapel, and he is quick to tuck it away to analyze later.

For now he steps out onto the street and lets himself be swept away in the crowds, his heart beating only a touch faster as Will’s words echo in his mind. I forgive you.

Give me a sentence/pairing, get a drabble.

#hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannigram #pragnificent #ask and i'll tell #prompt fill #my fic #writing #drabble #when I saw this prompt #I immediately thought of the catacombs #so I rewatched that episode #the first bit is going to end up in my rewatch drabbles #because it's exactly 100 words #and I'm stupidly proud of it #thanks for this one

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missgreensgarden · 5 years ago

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breakfast, sweet, and soft - for the harlivy drabble prompts!

Breakfast in a strange affair. Well, strange by their acquaintances’ standards, anyway.

Ivy is an early riser, the sort of person who will situate herself under the skylight the instant sunlight starts to filter through the glass. She’ll usually sit there with a book or a few papers on the latest advances in psychopharmacology or genetic manipulation. The snowstorm yesterday has covered most of the ceiling, though, and so that’s moot today morning. So it’s either eat people food or use the simulated natural lights that Harley so thoughtfully got her.

Ivy got out of bed, tucked the covers tighter around Harley and heads out to get a pot of tea started. She gets the water boiling and holds out her hand for a few nearby flowers to drop their petals into. Thanking them, Ivy brews a nice steaming cup and sits down with her latest read.

Two hours later, she hears Harley waking up.

Harley is not an early riser. If there is no heist to be executed or plans to be carried out, it’s usually closer to lunchtime than breakfast when she finally rolls out of bed. She will clatter around for a few minutes, brushing her teeth and fixing her hair a little. Then she’ll finally show up for breakfast.

The hunger hits Ivy just as Harley turns on the sink. She gets up and makes her way to the fruit trees tucked away in a nice warm corner. Winters aren’t good for most of her plants, but she makes do. She’s in the mood for oranges this morning and the tree is more than willing to oblige. Holding a fruit in each hand, she sits down at the table and begins to peel. The fresh smell of citrus hits her nose and she sighs. Fresh fruit was hard to source ethically in the dead of winter (transporting oranges from Florida to Gotham was an exercise in emissions), but that was one of the perks of her particular power set.

She hears Harley’s voice before she sees her, the blonde shouting “Good morning!” before launching into a stream of conversation. Ivy smiles and keeps eating.

“Oooh. I want a piece!” Warm arms circle her shoulders as Harley pops up at her side, mouth open like an expectant seal. Ivy smirked and put a piece on her tongue. The thank you was muffled by chewing. The instant she finished swallowing, Harley starts talking again, rattling through the cupboards and minifridge to find her own breakfast.

Ivy would never admit this out loud, but there are times when Harley reminds her of a white noise machine. All those rapid, excited words merge into one long stream of soothing reassurance that, after all these years, Ivy doesn’t have to be alone any longer. She’s never been very good at dealing with people, but Harley brings out the best in her – the human side of her.

Harley knows Ivy isn’t paying proper attention right now. But it’s nice to be able to chatter on and on and on and on and not worry about getting hit upside the head for it. She has a lot of ideas rattling around in her head and talking helps get some of them out. Right now, she’s ranting about ethics of NBC’s Hannibal. Clayface has a thing for the main actor (Harley’s isn’t sure whether it’s because of his acting chops, his looks, or both), and after learning exactly what Harley’s job used to be before the whole villain thing, he had been insisting that she join him in his latest rewatch. It hadn’t been hard to put him off for a while, but yesterday’s snowstorm meant that she didn’t really have anything to do last night. Or anyone (Harley was very proud of her girlfriend’s brilliant mind and long, long list of publications. She was less pleased when Ivy was working on some time-dependent cell cultures and was not around when she needed an excuse to get out of Clayface’s latest weird pop culture fixation. King Shark was a shameless enabler and no help at all).

“I’ve done my fair of somewhat unethical things,” That was an understatement. Listing them out would probably take an hour. Explaining them would take the better part of a day. “But there are limits.” She grumbled, pouring in the milk. The psych part of the psychodrama had hit a little too close to home for her.

She was still scowling when she picked up her spoon and took the first bite.

Harley and Ivy smiled at the same time. Harley, because there was nothing better than crunchy Loot Frips in chocolate milk. Ivy, because she knew that the first bite of cereal would make Harley smile.

They were pretty certain no other villain in Gotham started their day with sugary cereal in even more sugary chocolate milk. Though if the rest of the Rogues could see what passed for Harley’s breakfast, they might have been less puzzled by her behavior. That much sweet stuff could probably power a small engine. Or a hyperactive Harley Quinn.

Ivy scooted her chair closer to Harley’s, close enough to touch. She felt her chest warm when her girlfriend’s smile somehow got even bigger. Her heart grew even warmer when she turned that word over in her head. Girlfriend. Getting rid of the space in between made all the difference.

Ivy could go without the sun for a day or two if it meant getting to bask in the light of her girlfriend’s smile.

“What’re you grinning about, Red?” Harley asked, her voice muffled around a mouthful of cereal. “Read somethin’ interestin’?”

“I don’t need to read an article to know that seeing you increases the amplitudes of the late positive potentials in my VTA.“ Ivy quipped. It was probably the dorkiest line in the history of flirting.

Harley didn’t miss a beat. “Aww, you’re my nitroglycerin.” She pressed a hand to her heart in an affected swoon.

There were many perks to having a girlfriend as smart as you. Number three was flirting badly through biology.

“Speaking of nitroglycerin…” Harley began in that tone Ivy knew all too well. She cut Harley off with a kiss. It was gentle and affectionate. Ivy could taste the powdered sugar on Harley’s soft lips.

“Hey, Harls?” She began, resting her forehead against Harley’s when they broke apart.

“Yeah?”

“Can we just enjoy today? No blowing stuff up or planning bank robberies.” She gestured to the white outside. “I think the universe is telling us to take a day off.”

“Since when do you subscribe to theories of divine intervention?”

“Since five seconds ago.”

“Hmm.” She pretended to consider Ivy’s offer, tapping one pale finger against her chin dramatically. “What else should I do if I can’t plan explosive B&Es?”

“I have some ideas.” Ivy told her, smiling as she pulled Harley in for another kiss.

Ten minutes later…

Ivy and Harley were curled up on the couch under a mountain of blankets, eyes glued to the screen of their stolen TV, arms wrapped around each other. They’d nicked the hard drive with the movies on it from King Shark, and Ivy had put a giant mass of thorny vines around the bedroom door to keep them from being disturbed. Occasionally, one of them would lean over to readjust the blankets or give the other a soft kiss.

It was perfect.

#guess who's friends finally convinced her to watch Hannibal?#nitroglycerin is used both as a vasodilator and an explosive #vasodilators make your blood vessels expand and your skin look flushed/blushy #the VTA is a part of your brain's reward pathway that works in identifying pleasant stimuli #I'll stop with the science now.#harlivy #harley quinn #Harleen Quinzel #poison ivy #pamela isley #Poison Ivy x Harley Quinn #dc comics #harley quinn cartoon #drabble #fanfiction

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ofstarsandvibranium · 5 years ago

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OOH FOR THE SPOOKY DRABBLE, CAN I GET SOMETHING SMUTTY WITH DADDY CHILTON, MAYBE HE GETS TURNED ON BY READERS HALLOWEEN COSTUME??

(asdlkhqlefhf i havent written for Chilton in YEARS. also, is it cliche of me to have reader dress as a sexy nurse? yes, but do i care? no)

“Honey?” you called for your lover as you appeared in the threshold of his home office, “Are you not dressing up?”

He doesn’t look up, instead, continuing to read through some patient files, “No. Halloween is a childish holiday. Pretending to worry about the artificial threats of the world. My daily life is like a Halloween story.”

You roll your eyes and walk across the office to him, your heels clacking against the wooden floors, “Freddy, it’s just a little bit of fun.” You place your hands on his desk and he raises his head to look up at you, but his words are stuck in his throat.

You’re donning a white nurse’s hat and clinging to you like a glove is a sexy version of a nurse uniform. Noticing his speechless state, you smirk and ask, “You like it?”

“What’re you wearing?”

“I’m a sexy nurse. Thought it’d be funny since I’m dating a doctor. But you didn’t answer my question.” You saunter over to his side of the counter, spinning him in his chair so he faces you, “Do. You. Like. It?”

“Yes,” he breathes out, “You look so...sexy.”

You giggled and pressed a kiss to his nose, “Thank you, Freddy.” and straightened up, “So will you not be attending the party then? All of the elite doctors and psychologists will be there. If I show up without you, they’ll definitely talk shit about you.”

Frederick snorts, “As if they don’t already.” you see hesitation in Frederick and decide maybe you could persuade him. You climb onto his lap, hands running up the chest and to his shoulders, “Please, Freddy? I don’t want to go alone. I know all those old, stuffy men will just stare at me all night.”

You start to grind yourself onto his crotch, “It’ll be much more fun with you there beside me. And do you really want to leave me to those nasty, nasty men? Me? Alone? Looking like this?”

Frederick lets out a shuddered breath as you give a slow grind onto his hardening cock, “F-Fine. I’ll go. But when we get back, I’m fucking you in this.”

You smile and kiss his cheek, “Thank you,” you then climb off and start heading for the door, “Now hurry up! We’re already late!”

(i think i wanna rewatch hannibal hnnnnnng)

#frederick chilton x reader

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miitzwrites · 6 years ago

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Im rewatching Hannibal, even though i still hate what happen in s3 (bc I'm writing an ereri drabble based on said show), and shit, Hugh Dancy never ceases to impress me.

#hannibal #hugh dancy #will graham

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feathered-wendigo · 7 years ago

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A Post-Fall Drabble

// Because I just rewatched the finale and I’m in my feelings!! Part one of ??? Stay tuned// Will had woken up in a motel room. Alone. His eyes stung from the salt he’d soaked in and every muscle in his body screamed. Eventually everything came into focus. He remembered. He remembered The Fall, the blood, the way Hannibal Lecter had clung to him through it all until it was impossible to hold on any longer. .... He'd been stabbed. A trembling hand reached up to graze over the wounds, which throbbed and leaked. He was stitched back together in neat little rows. Meticulous, really. Soiled gauze and discarded gloves filled the bin to the left of the scuffed up door. No doubt it had been him. He tried to have everything go back to normal, but how could it? After everything he had done, all of the wounds he had inflicted with his lashing out, after his... Confession. The confession he had given to both the doctor and himself above the corpse of The Dragon. Molly didn't want to see him, Walter watched him out the living room window as he made his walk back up the drive way to his taxi with what little he could carry. There hadn't been proof of what he had done, but everyone knew to various degrees. Will tried to deny it to even himself for a week or two, using alcohol like novocaine. It only worked for a short while; the nights in his lonely apartment were quiet. Too quiet. All he had in those hollow hours were the spins, nausea, and... a memory. The memory of that night. The memory of the blood and the flesh and the smile he'd been offered and offered in turn in spite of the fact that he was at his darkest moment, in his most primal. The inner workings of his soul were put on full display and when he had said it was beautiful, Hannibal had agreed; he had embraced him entirely. He was the only one who really knew him.The agency was taking good care of him financially, considering he'd taken down The Great Red Dragon and been supposedly abducted and attacked by Hannibal the Cannibal. Jack didn't want him back at work. Not for a while at least, he had said; it wouldn't be a good look for them. His social life was basically non-existent, and the few that did want to speak to him could see that he was different. He was empty. He had been changed. Broken. Reborn. There was no bringing this teacup back together. Instead of pacing lines into the carpet, he cooked. Even when he wasn't hungry, he cooked. Leftover containers filled his dingy little refrigerator, yet he continued. Hannibal had ruined him; he had torn apart everything he had put together, everything he had achieved. It was gone. All he had now were the recipes that reminded him of the last person he should have on his mind. He supposed he missed him because he was all he had left. That realization alone almost hurt just as much as the solitude. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Will neglected his wounds to the point of danger; it was consuming depression at best, self-flagellation at worst. The scabs that formed were picked and his stitches--the stitches he had woven into him--were mistreated. Graham would never admit it to himself, but deep down he knew that he did what he did so that his wounds would scar. They were painful reminders. Painful, beautiful reminders of the only time in his goddamn life that he truly felt alive; complete. To let them fade would be to let the memory fade and as much as Will hated it, that memory was the only thing that could bring him peace these days. “I’ll make you lomo saltado..” Will sliced through the pork on his cutting board with practiced precision, watching his hand move in long, smooth strokes. He imagined his hands in place of his own, the smooth skin stretched over them, the lean muscle beneath, clinging to bone, which rocked and hummed like oil-slicked hinges with every calculated movement they made. It was obsessive, addictive. His mind felt forever dehydrated, searching for another drop of a memory; any memory that brandished a reflection of connection they had shared. Before he left. Before he disappeared. “We will make it together.” Oil popped and sizzled in protest as the meat was laid out in the pan. Bell peppers were next, cut into neat lines and set aside. Next came the garlic. Then the onions. The knife rocked and swayed like a mantra; a physical reassurance that Will gave himself, over and over. “You slice the ginger.” Will took a long drink off of his moscato--straight out of the bottle--letting the bitterness linger in his mouth. He stared hard at the bottle, remembering the drinks they had shared, the dinners they had paired it with. The way that Hannibal had smiled at him over the rim of his crystal glass. His fingers tightened around the neck of it, squeezing tightly as if he pressed hard enough it would die, along with the memories tied to it. It didn’t work. The bottle shattered against the thin wall that separated his apartment from his neighbor’s. The potatoes followed. Then the pan. Before he knew it all of his utensils were strewn across the kitchen. His ingredients rolled atop the counter, into the sink, onto the tile, into the dish rack. A few cups rattled off-- Molly’s cups. She had given them to him upon asking him to leave. Flowery, intricate, fragile things. Her grandmother’s. A pair of teacups threatened to flee. They slipped through Will’s fingers and met the floor with a crash. He stared at them for a long while, encased in the metaphor. Their metaphor. Salty tears breached his baby blues and leaked down his face. They tasted like the ocean. With trembling hands Will finished slicing the ginger for a meal that was no longer to be created.

#hannibal #hannigram #hannigram rp #hannibalrp #murderfamily #murderhusbands #i am sad #i love these boys

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mzzombie · 6 years ago

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Chapters: 39/? Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Encephalitis - Character, Anaïs, Jack Crawford, Beverly Katz, Brian Zeller, Freddie Lounds, Simone the Cat, Morrissey, Bedelia Du Maurier Additional Tags: hannigram 5ever, Will Loves Hannibal, Hannibal Loves Will, Murder Husbands, Hannibal is a Cannibal, Idiots in Love, hannibal drabble, Hannibal crack, Post-Episode: s03e13 The Wrath of the Lamb, i'm sure there will be smut, at some point, domestic!hannibal, Will can be a little shit sometimes, A fic from Encephalitis' POV, Pillow Talk, first kiss talk, Another pet, Rewatch drabbles, Bedelia Has Had Enough of Hannibal, Hannibal is a Morrissey Fan, Music by The Smiths, Hannibal Talks About His Childhood, mischa lecter - Freeform, Hannibal's tummy, It's a thing of beauty, daddy tummy, Poetry prompt, The Waste Land, bad hannibal, bad bad hannibal!, bedelia's diary, Adoration during sex, Oral, The Smut starts on chapter 15, You heathens, Ghost Beverly Katz, language barriers, Jack being Uncle Jack, Freddie using her Wiles, Poor Brian, Hannibal's bedhead, Hannibal has hobbies, Hannibal is a total dweeb, Verger Blooms make an appearance, I acknowledge what a complete and utter shit Hannibal was, but I love him anyway Summary:

Crack, ficlets, etc. on everyone's favorite Murder Husbands: Hannibal and Will. Plus some special appearances by the rest of the gang.

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guylty · 7 years ago

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The temptation to ignore the round-up today was very strong. I missed last week, too, though, and then I thought that it somehow feels bad to start a new year with last year’s loose ends. So today I present you the last Weekly Round-up of 2017. This was, by the way, the fourth consecutive year of tumblr round-ups. They started in 2014, with the first one posted on January 4th.

Before I launch into the links, I just wanted to say I hope you had a great Christmas 2017. My Christmas was actually really nice, with not a single moment of discord between me and my mum. In fact, we had a lovely time, helped by the fact that we had something on our schedule every day: from the last preparations for Christmas on the 22nd and 23rd, tree decorating and gift exchanging on the 24th, then Irish Christmas with the in-laws on the 25th, the traditional Christmas walk with the family on the 26th, to two shopping expeditions with the kids on the 27th and 28th. I received lots of wonderful gifts from my family – and interestingly, this year there was only one Armitage gift among my loot. It came from our fellow fan Monica, and it is truly unique… a long ode, written in a book, illustrated with pictures…

What about you? Were your wishes fulfilled, and what did you find under the Christmas tree? Any Armitage gifts?

I finished my last work day of the year yesterday, and am now looking forward to a quiet and calm New Year’s Eve tomorrow night just with my daughter and my husband. I am planning to post again tomorrow, so I’ll leave it at that for the moment. But I won’t leave 2017 without a gallery view of the RAdvent CalendRA – just for the record and because it was such fun. I must remember to make another one next year!

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Did you have a particular favourite among the days?

In any case, here is the last round-up of the year, and the last time I am using this header – I think:

Now, “cuddly” isn’t the term I would use, but jassy2101 makes a convincing case otherwise

Belated Christmas greetings from Riepu10

Giffed Christmas wishes (in German) from ausschweifendemotte

After rewatching BOTFA a couple of nights ago, I completely agree with shallandvars

In case you hadn’t seen it, Clematis70 has posted the cover of the forthcoming Martian Invasion audiobook that features Richard

Ausschweifendemotte again with an edit that makes me think of carnival rather than Christmas

Ooooh, I love these Christmas baubles posted by riepu10… just imagine *them* on your Christmas tree…

Me, too, moonlightfantasia, me too!

Hannibalstills posts two – well – Hannibal stills

Do cats love Richard Armitage? Ausschweifendemotte seems to think so

All the Claude Becker we can get from the O8 trailer so far, giffed by riepu10

This is ch. 13 of a N&S fan fic by hannibatchsmuse that I hadn’t noticed until now. Go to AO3 for the full work

Mezzmerizedbyrichard seems to have started a new series of picture posts – which is already at #10. Favourite pics of RA, of course. This is a cutie

Interesting fanart by ffdom

And *eeeek*, not sure how I feel about this manip by randomrviewer

Hey there, girl… *hehe*. I like this little pic by smoops-and-smoops

I don’t really like the word “dork”, but there is definitely something to this observation by weird-writings. And explanations?

And this is the sort of fantasy that is so realistic, you have trouble UNbelieving it… By limerancy

How cool is this? Mini Gisborne reunited with Marian and Robin, and walking around Verona of all places!!! Posted by mininottingham

Not sure if I already posted this, but there is a series of drabbles here of Guyxfem! Reader by fandomgalcentral

Twenty is a respectable number for the last round-up of 2017, don’t you think? My thanks at this point to the active fan community over on tumblr – for sharing their work and fan art, for their fun thoughts, and for the tireless entertainment they provide. They give me a reason to post every week, and even if it sometimes feels a bit like a chore to compile the round-ups – when I am busy or on holiday – it is nevertheless a regular opportunity for me to engage with the fandom which I enjoy. – I very much hope that you, dear readers, also still enjoy this section of my blog.

Let’s start afresh in 2018.

Thanks for reading the round-ups and for being here!

Guylty ❤️

2017 Armitage Weekly Round-up #45 The temptation to ignore the round-up today was very strong. I missed last week, too, though, and then I thought that it somehow feels bad to start a new year with last year's loose ends.

#Berlin Station #Guy of Gisborne #Richard Armitage #Weekly tumblr Round-up

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sunnydaleherald · 2 years ago

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, September 12

Willow: Deep thoughts? Buffy: Deep and meaningful. Willow: As in? Buffy: As in, I'm never getting out of here. I kept thinking if I stopped the Mayor or ... but I was kidding myself. I mean, there is always going to be something. I'm a Sunnydale girl, no other choice. Willow: Must be tough. I mean, here I am, I can do anything I want. I can go to any college in the country, four or five in Europe if I want. Buffy: Please tell me you're going somewhere with this? Willow: No. (hands Buffy a letter) I'm not going anywhere. Buffy: UC Sunnydale? Willow: I will be matriculating with Class of 2003. Buffy: Are you serious? Willow: Say, isn't that where you're going?

~~Buffy Episode #53: "Choices"~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

stolen inheritance (Giles, Xander, T, Hellblazer xover) by arcanedreamer

son of a gun (Xander, Giles, T Hellblazer xover) by arcanedreamer

His Dark Sire, His Light Sire (Spike/Angel, T) by EustasiaVye13

Growth (Buffy. E, MCU xover) by TheEvilInThisChild666

Debauchery in the Summers Household (Xander/Buffy/Dawn/Joyce, E) by CambrianBeckett

Taste and Temptation (Buffy/Spike, M) by RavenLove12

Demanding Houseguest (Buffy/Spike, G) by VeroNyxK84

I Know What Kind of Crazy I Am. (Xander, T, Hannibal xover) by WhiteKnightDragon

[Chaptered Fiction]

Sideways Magick Parts 1-6 (Willow, Xander, Giles, T, Hellblazer xover) by arcanedreamer

Agents of Chaos CH. 1-9/9 (COMPLETE) (Ensemble, T, Babylon 5 xover) by arcanedreamer

Mysterious Night Ch. 1-19/19 (COMPLETE) (Ensemble, T, Kindaichi Case Files xover) by arcanedreamer

Pain That I’m Used To Ch. 1-13/13 (COMPLETE) (Buffy/Angel, M) by BuildMeUpButtercup_x

but this love is ours Ch. 5 (Buffy/Faith, M) by ripslayer

The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 42 (Buffy/Spike, G) by the_big_bad

Take Me Home Tonight , Chapter 1-2 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Dynamite

Hi Granny!, Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, G) by Desicat

L'amore troverÃ la via , Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Violette-Milka

Dusk Rising, Chapter 23 (Buffy/Spike, E) by HappyWhenItRains

He used to be Mine, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, E) by DeamonQueen

Buffy's Spooky Birthday, Chapter 1-2 (Buffy/Spike, M) by VeroNyxK84

The Art of Dying , Chapter 11-12 (Buffy/Spike, M) by disco-tea

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork:Spike () by vampywillz

Video: New World (Rupert Giles) by Jess Wilson

[Reviews & Recaps]

The Buffy Re-watch: S2E15 Phases (part 1) by jvstheworld

PODCAST: ATS 120 - Warzone by anotherbuffypodcast

[Community Announcements]

What Happened to the Vampire Slayer, a communal rewatch by thosedangnuns

[Fandom Discussions]

The last episode of every season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer by evilwickedme

I really don’t think Buffy/Faith has any business winning any sort of queerbaiting poll. by coraniaid

Faith for the character ask game! by coraniaid

“Buffy gets nothing from the Spuffy relationship”: A Rebuttal by a-heart-of-kyber

September: 28 Review and Meta Posts on BtVS Seasons 4 & 5 by becomingbuffypodcast

Willow Rosenberg is so important to me. by mothmans-wedding-photographer

The Buffyverse (An awesome pair of shows based on a dumb premise) by fancoloredglasses

Dawn Summers? by coraniaid

Who from the buffyverse is joining a fight club? by projectmayhems

New to Buffy. Season 1 kinda rocks by bpres2021

When does Witch take place? by rednax2009

I don't like Jonathan. by WhatName230

I don’t like Kate. Change my mind. by ginime_

Why is the council of watchers not financing Buffy? by habichnichtgewusst

I Would Have Liked Bangel More If The Show Didn’t Romanticize It by imissbluesclues

Is this a sub where we can be critical of the show? by imissbluesclues

Does anyone like Connor ??? by Dry_Concentrate_671

This was the peak cast dynamic and I needed 3 more seasons of it by greetings-feline

What annoys you about Buffy's character? by devour-halberd

Going Through The Motions is the best description of living with bad mental health by kipcarson37

Why do the stakes disappear when they kill a vampire? by celticanger

I started watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but i have questions, should i continue? by iamcavidd

Can we have an appreciation thread for This Guy? by readreadreadx2

Scariest demon in the show? by busydonatella

Which two main characters interacted the least? by Tuxedo_Mark

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callunavulgari · 8 years ago

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Year-In-Fic

Total fics written this year?

Another Love (The Flash; Barry/E2Wells, Barry/Thawne; 4,586 words) “I want you,” Barry confesses unhappily, a charming pucker between his brows. His eyes dart back up, not shying away for once, to meet Eobard’s. A little bit of steel creeps into his expression again, and Eobard wants to applaud him all over again. What a beautiful creature he’s created.

time in a bottle (The Flash; Eobarry; 2,961 words) “If I didn’t exist,” Thawne says, quietly, moving to slide his fingers up Barry’s jaw; they leave goosebumps in their wake. “Then neither would you. And if you didn’t exist… well. We won’t get into that mess. So the universe — the, hah, Speed Force — sent me here. A paradox, clinging to the cracks between time. Just… waiting.”

nothing's gonna harm you (not while i'm around) (SW; Gen, Reylo; 1,167 words) Ben and Rey Organa are born ten years and five hundred parsecs apart, but Ben can feel it in the Force the moment she comes into being. He can feel her every second of her way home, a bright star that outshines even the familiar intensity of his parents.

we dream in the dark (for the most part) (DA; Gen; 806 words) “Will it go away?” Bethany asks, her voice quiet as a whisper.

Ramble On (The Flash; Eobarry; 2,695 words) Thawne playfully hums a few bars of something vaguely familiar. Barry looks back at him, and when Thawne sees him looking, he smiles wider and gleefully stomps his way through a puddle. Sings, “If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I’d like to do…”

D.C. al Coda (The Flash; Barrison; Harrison edges closer, until Barry is close enough to touch, and reaches out to take Barry’s jaw in hand. It’s tacky and cool against his palm, from sweat, tears, or both. He tilts Barry’s chin up in a testing sort of way, willing him to open his eyes. “Barry,” he says, gently. “Look at me.”)

it began with stones (DA; Fenhawke; Everyone knows that the blight started in Ferelden.)

darling, you gotta let me know (Stranger Things; Nancy/Steve/Jonathan; 6,120 words) Jonathan’s room is messy the same way that Steve’s is. There are dirty socks and shirts and underwear strewn across the floor. Cassette tapes litter the desk like miniature landmines. There’s a notebook open on his bed, a textbook and a pencil beside it. He must have been studying when Steve knocked.

Binary Sunset (SW; Reylo; 1,747 words) Center stage, Rey holds herself as still as a statue. Spine straight, toes pointed, already in first position. They’ve done something to her eyelashes, softened all her hard edges, from the jut of her jaw to the point of her nose. She glitters, from her feathered bodice to her flowing skirts, a bright glint of white in the dark.He doesn’t think that anyone else has noticed that she’s trembling.

Nine fics. I don’t even want to know how many words.

Best story I wrote this year: darling, you gotta let me know. It was the first fic that I was proud of from the get go this year.

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest. Ramble On. It had all of the weird dreaminess of Time In a Bottle without the Inception feel. I ended up rereading it on the plane back to Ohio and liked it so much more than I did when I was writing it.

Okay, NOW your most popular story. darling, you gotta let me know, hands down. It’s the first fic to get over a 1000 kudos since I stopped writing Teen Wolf. I mean, of the nine fics that I wrote this year pretty much every one of them is from a smaller fandom. I think the only reason this one got as popular as it did was because I published it right after Stranger Things got big and I was one of the three people who had written for the pairing. Story of mine most underappreciated by the universe, in my opinion: it began with stones, probably? I usually have a definite answer for this question, but this one was strange as it is. Dragon Age/In the Flesh fusion with Hawke as a zombie? Kinda weird. I don’t mind that it got a small reception, but it fits the most.

Most fun story to write: Another Love. I had a ton of fun playing with that whole concept. Barry going back in time to when Eobard was playing at being Wells was a fucking gift.

Story that could have been better? All of them? Technically? I’m still not entirely pleased with how time in a bottle turned out, but I ramped that one up in my head for so long that I’ll probably never be satisfied with it.

Story I wrote to fix things: Pretty much all of my Flash fics were written to make something better. Ramble On and time in a bottle were both written to satisfy my need for there to be a current-timeline paradox Thawne still out there, tucked away in the speedforce, just biding his time. Hell, all of the God Complex series were written because I wanted to rewrite or add bits to an episode to suit my shipper heart.

Oddest story: it began with stones. In the Flesh. Dragon Age. Kind of weird. But my brain went, what would Jen like for her birthday? Okay, she likes Dragon Age. And she likes zombies. How can I write zombies in a way that I haven’t written them yet? Oh, I know! Hardest story to do: Okay, so it isn’t on here, but the Sabriel AU is what I’ve really been suffering through. I hit a point and wasn’t able to overcome it, which is why it still isn’t done. I’m hoping to read Goldenhand and the rest of the Like Young Gods series sometime this month and we’ll see if it inspires anything. Easiest story to write? I struggled with pretty much everything I wrote this year except for Another Love. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that it just so happens to be the only fic I wrote before I gave up smoking.

Most mining of your own history in one story: Pretty much none of them. D.C. al Coda has a lot of my experiences with grief, but that’s about it.

Themes, or absence thereof: Pretty much ‘heroes and villains make out’. Or in the case of Hawke and Fenris... rivalmancy. Where did you publish/archive your stories? Ao3, as per usual. Story I haven’t yet written, but intend to: I have nixed pretty much all of my Teen Wolf projects. I would like to say that at some point I’ll finish the Bioshock Infinite AU and the Carmilla one, just because I have so much written of it already, but I don’t know. I do know that I want to finish the Sabriel AU and I currently have a weirdly one-sided Julian/Barry fic, a Prompto/Noctis pining fic, and several Stargate Atlantis fics that I want to finish. Oh, and maybe the Yuri on Ice soulmate AU if I can make the idea hang around long enough to get to.

Sexiest moment (excerpt): He slides the palms of his hands up her sides, ghosting them up and over her ribs, framing them, feeling where the softness of skin and muscle gives way to hard bone where her rib cage starts, how each breath she takes pushes her body more firmly into his hands. She makes a noise when he reaches her breasts, shuddering when he cups them, even through the fabric.

“Please,” she breathes, and Jonathan hesitates, unsure of what she wants.

“Here,” Steve murmurs, taking hold of Jonathan’s hands once more. He guides them to the buttons of Nancy’s blouse and pauses, waiting, as Jonathan undoes them himself, his touch sliding down Jonathan’s forearms then back up again.

Jonathan pushes the blouse from Nancy’s shoulders, watching the blush that blooms under his eyes, going from her throat clear to her navel. Her cheeks are flushed too, her eyes black and wanting.

Steve lets go of him, maybe realizing that Jonathan won’t be of much help at this moment, and his hands vanish around Nancy’s sides, quick and darting. It isn’t until he’s helping her pull her bra loose that Jonathan even realizes what he’s done.

Steve’s hands go back to his, guiding them to Nancy’s breasts. The skin is firm and supple, and so very warm. Her nipples pull tight when his hand brushes them. Steve leans close to Jonathan’s ear, and whispers, “Touch her.”

Crackiest moment (excerpt): Outside, it’s raining. The air is heavy with humidity, heat pressing down on his back like something alive. Barry walks down the street, feet bare against the wet asphalt. Thunder rumbles threateningly in the distance. A bird sings, and a street over, another joins it. Everything is green and damp. It smells real. Would a dream smell real?

Halfway down the street, a second pair of feet join his. The person they belong to is silent, doggedly following him down the road. Barry doesn’t have to turn to know who his newest phantom is.

“Are you going to sing at me too?”

“Do you want me to sing to you?” Thawne asks.

Barry glances at him, frowning unhappily. He’s wearing Wells’ face again, a familiar little half-smile playing around his lips. His suit is wet. It isn’t the suit — not the yellow one — just a regular one. Plain. Black. The fabric clings to his shoulders and his hair is dripping in his eyes. His feet are bare too, and somehow it feels wrong to see them, the fine slender bones gleaming wetly. Too intimate.

Barry swallows and looks away, but even when he concentrates, it refuses to change. Figures, that even in a dream Thawne would cause him grief. When Barry doesn’t reply, Thawne playfully hums a few bars of something vaguely familiar.

Barry looks back at him, and when Thawne sees him looking, he smiles wider and gleefully stomps his way through a puddle. Sings, “If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I’d like to do…”

Favorite dialogue (excerpt): “At least,” Eobard interrupts, thoughtfully tapping his finger against his lips. Slowly, he starts to grin. “Not everything. So, Mr. Allen, I’ll ask you again. What do you want?”

The answer is written all over Barry’s face. There’s a story there, behind the pain, the grief, the hopeless lust, and it’s one that Eobard knows he’ll get to live out himself over the course of the next year. He wonders just how many times he fucked this boy before the truth came out. The boy — his Barry — already loves him. Not like this, of course, not yet, but a hero worshiping kind that he’s had since day one.

“Well?” He coaxes, eyes widening. “I’m waiting.”

Barry wets his lips convulsively and swallows, his adam’s apple working. He tugs on the cuff, halfheartedly, mouth turned downwards. He didn’t expect this. Maybe he’d expected closure. Or maybe he’d convinced himself that all he really needed was the formula. But he wants this. And Eobard’s going to make him say it.

“I want you,” he confesses unhappily, a charming pucker between his brows. His eyes dart back up, not shying away for once, to meet Eobard’s. A little bit of steel creeps into his expression again, and Eobard wants to applaud him all over again. What a beautiful creature he’s created.

“Just you,” he adds, just as quiet and unhappy, but with a dawning comprehension. “Eobard Thawne.”

A shiver crawls down his spine, dick twitching in his pants. God, it’s good to hear that name again. “Oh, Mr. Allen,” he breathes. “Say it again, won’t you?”

Favorite lines (excerpt):

Jonathan had known that they’d done this before. After all, he was sort of a witness to it. But up close it’s something else, it’s poetry in motion, the way that Nancy’s head tips back, the bead of sweat that slides down the tip of Steve’s nose, how her legs wrap around his waist, her small feet locking at the dip of Steve’s spine.

It’s beautiful, and his fingers itch for his camera, so he fumbles around beside him, stretching his arm out to his desk until he catches the strap and can tug it into his hands. He watches them through the lens of his camera for a moment before he gets up the courage to touch, tapping Steve with his foot and then gesturing with the camera, head cocked.

Can I?

Steve’s entire face transforms when he laughs, going bright with emotion. He nudges Nancy until she glances over and then she’s laughing too, and they’re both nodding.

He catches them both mid laugh, naked limbs flung around each other. And then he catches the moment that the laughter turns to something else, mouths half-parted in breathless pleasure. He catches the curve of Nancy’s breast and the freckle behind Steve’s ear, and then he waits, breathless, for the right moment.

He waits and waits, and the moment that they both go still, bodies shaking with pleasure, mouth caught on soundless moans-

Click.

He swallows, lowering the camera as it spits the picture out with a hiss, and holds it in his hand, watching them. Their eyes are closed, breathless little smiles across their faces, sweat on their brows. Steve hasn’t even pulled out of her.

Click.

Fic goals: Finish Sabriel AU. That’s it. My only other writing-related goal is to get out of this funk, write something big (which will hopefully be the Sabriel AU) and something original. Fingers crossed.

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