#two more chapters and it's done

[tideswept]

the devil is a gentleman [ch5] → ao3

Alternate Universe - Actors, Flirting, Fluff and Smut, Sexual Tension, Older Man/Younger Man, Seduction

"Anakin, may I have a moment?" "Yeah—uh, sure," Anakin said. He knew he should stick around to network with the cast and crew��Padmé seemed nice in a terrifyingly intelligent way—but his car keys were already in his sweaty, nervous grip. "What’s up, Mr. Keno—I mean, Obi-Wan?" "I’d like to discuss some of our scenes together, if you have the time." Obi-Wan checked his watch. "Over dinner, maybe, considering the hour?" Wow. That sounded an awful lot like a date, if you happened to be delusional.

[forgettable-au]

END OF CHAPTER ONE

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 65-72)

* Time to put this puzzle together.

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[metamatronic]

y’all will never guess what i’m finally finishing up in the year of our lord 2025

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Courtney: I thought you’d quit again? Oscar: No one likes a quitter, Cookie. [Courtney hummed in faint disapproval] Oscar: I could take up some more nefarious things instead? Courtney: Yeah, no. … Oscar: What’s on your mind? Courtney: This n’ that. Oscar: Do I gotta tickle it out of you? ‘Cause I’m still due a little payback. Courtney: [sighs] I’ve been thinking about trying to find out who my parents were. Oscar: Seriously? Courtney: Maybe, yeah. Oscar: Wha-… Courtney: I don’t wanna talk about it. Oscar: Bu-… Courtney: Nope.

[lbhslefttiddie]

the qiong ding peak disciples 100% have petty beef with lbh for stealing their favourite didi lmao

they're not gonna Actually beat him up (without Reason) but they're very emphatic about how thoroughly they WILL if lbh messes with sy. it's like a shovel talk that never ends

sy isn't actually completely oblivious to whats going on but he doesn't get why they're like this and he thinks theyre being fucking stupid (and he trusts them to not actually bully binghe) so he's elected to ignore their antics entirely

[thecursedcreator]

so youre telling me. toby fox gave us a tv head as tall as he is pathetic and tragic. and he expected us to be normal about it?

[myokk]

Sebastian Sallow's List of Priorities (in no particular order):

Figure out what the hell I'm going to do when I graduate;

Figure out how the hell I'm going to finish this bloody Charms essay before tomorrow; and

Figure out what the hell is going on between us

Sebastian sits in an undisturbed corner of the library - nobody ever comes to this table because it's tucked away between shelves of incredibly dense magical theory books - and is twirling his quill in his fingers, watching the ink splatter on the list he spent his precious time writing instead of the Charms essay he should be working on. He's far away from the first-years who like to congregate by the windows and watch the leaves fall softly to the ground rather than study for their classes. He's made especially sure that he is far, far away from her.

It's not his choice, mind you, but he needs to be a gentleman about these things. If she needs some time and space to figure out that she's as crazy for him as he is her, fine. But even Sebastian Sallow's patience runs thin, and he's not sure how much longer he can give her to come to her senses before he snaps and takes matters into his own hands. If things were up to him, the two of them would be sitting far too close together now in this secluded corner, and maybe he would need to put a hand over her mouth to ensure her complete silence as he runs a hand up her thigh.

Now that he knows what delicious sounds can come out of her mouth - sounds that he caused - he's been having a hard time concentrating on, well, anything. Sebastian surreptitiously glances across the library to where she's sitting and studying with his sister and Imelda. Ever since the events after their Divination class, Sir Cadogan has taken it upon himself to follow Sebastian around the halls of the castle, tripping through frames and disrupting their inhabitants as he lectures Sebastian on love. The tea party women had managed to convince the knight that he had disrupted an amorous exchange, and Sebastian fervently wishes they hadn't.

The whole school is abuzz with rumors about who it could be. Nobody has even come close so far with their guesses, but Anne and Imelda are having too much fun teasing him about it. Somehow, she has managed to avoid suspicion - he wonders how this is even possible, since she's never been able to hide what she's thinking. He makes eye contact with her - has she been staring at him this whole time? - and she flushes before looking over to Imelda, who's laughing too loudly at something Anne's just said. Sebastian can't tear his eyes away from her profile, his eyes following the curve of her eyebrow, the slight upturn of her lips as she smiles at her friends, her eyes as they dart back to him, her cheeks as she turns an even darker shade of red as she realizes he's still watching her. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, and rests her chin on her hand as she tries to look absorbed in what Anne is saying to her.

Sebastian wonders if she's thought about him as much as he's thought about her. Judging by how she had snogged him back, he's positive that she feels the same way, but then he remembers how she had looked at him before she fled, and he's not so sure. He sighs as he looks back to his list, bringing his quill back to the third item and ripping the paper as he crosses it out again. His mind has been going in circles since that moment and he doesn't know what to think. He slowly puts everything into his schoolbag before heading out of the library for yet another freezing cold shower that hopefully tempers his now-permanent state of arousal whenever she's around.

He doesn't notice her eyes following him as he walks out of the library.

He doesn't hear her hurried excuse to Anne and Imelda as she shoves her things into her bag and rushes to follow him.

He doesn't hear her light footsteps as she gets closer to him.

When she puts a hand out to touch his arm as he waits for the moving staircase to stop, with a soft, "Sebastian" accompanying it, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He was so absorbed with thoughts of her, that to see her standing at his side, closer than she had been since they kissed was almost his snapping point.

"Can we talk?" she asks, looking almost embarrassed as she avoids his eyes. She instead looks determinedly at his collar. He thinks she probably notices that he swallows nervously before acquiescing, but she says nothing as she turns and starts hurrying away from him without waiting to see if he follows her.

She must know that he would follow her anywhere at this point.

from my oneshot🫶🫶🫶

I just really wanted to draw these two idiots😭💘

[melanch0l1a]

Happy (late) 3rd anniversary for chapter 2!

[adamsrcnan]

another little teaser of my jerejean royalty au WIP

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He had sunk to the ground and was staring at Jean with his wide brown eyes, like a helpless deer. He looked at Jean as if he had never seen him before. The fearful expression clouding his face was so far removed from the easy smiles Jean had come to associate him with.

He frowned; some part of him uncaring for the thought that the prince would be afraid of him. He scrambled to his feet as Jean stumbled towards him.

Jean paused then, keeping his distance. His eyes caught on the noticeable swelling of the prince's bloodied lip, his own hand twitching at his side with the urge to press his thumb to the delicate injury. Jean held himself back, not wanting to startle his royal highness more than he already had been on this night.

"You're hurt," the prince choked out, a hand hovering in the air between them, just shy of Jean's leaking wound.

Jean chuckled under his breath and swayed on his feet as he tried to observe his own injury. The adrenaline that had fuelled him only a moment ago, now seeped out of him as fast and rapid as his blood.

"You should not be out here, your highness," Jean sighed as he felt his knees give out. He braced himself for the shock of pain before he hit the ground. When it did not come, he blinked confusedly. The prince, it seems, had lurched forward and caught hold of Jean before he could fall.

[acid-waste]

I'm so mad actually I can't believe some people took this scene in chapter 3 and turned it into a who's right about their grief when the scene in chapter 4 literally has ivypool saying I don't mean to make it all about me- haven't thought much about how dovewing is handling her own grief- people read chapter 3 and to me it seems as if chapter 4 doesn't even exist and the rest of what ivypool says in chapter three after saying this doesn't as well

“Dovewing, I’m truly sorry that Rowankit died. But losing a sickly kit—a kit you’ll be reunited with in StarClan one day—is different from losing a full-grown cat who was just coming into her own as a warrior. A cat who doesn’t exist anywhere—who is just gone.”

ignored this and what was said and called it a day

[oddberryshortcake]

I love the reveal that Dawn Knight has always been looking after Silver, possibly since Silver was still under the sleep spell.

And he was the one guiding Silver through Lilia’s memories of his adoption and childhood, he was the one showing Silver that he was loved, he was the one who helped Sebek and the others find him.

That smile he gives as he fades away 😭😭 fuck man

[pinkstars57]

i fear he is too iconic (td high doodles)

Original screenshots:

[slashrabbitbunny]

John and Lisa with rambles

[staticfromthevoid]

The worst part about writing fan fiction is having to write it.

The second worst part is have little bits of an AU figured out, but being unsure if you’ll be able to fit them in. And if you can, if anyone will ask about it so you can prove you did think about it.

[pureshadough]

To Blindside a Beast

(canon divergent AU - eventual pureshadow, queerplatonic purelily)

Shadow Milk Cookie's Soul Jam is stolen from them. Pure Vanilla Cookie does his best to help deal with the consequences.

hi chat. fic is out

[satoruxx]

I AM FINALLY ALMOST DONE WITH WOLF TOJI I THINK I’LL POST IT TOMORROW