#AND SHORT

[callisteios]

happy ides of march. in honour of the sitewide holiday i thought id make a new uquiz, so take to find out how you get assassinated

[lionar0und]

(Since I saw you wanted spam, I shall try to oblige. lol.) Can I have a scenario with Leona and his S/O relaxing by the waterhole in the dorm, but Leona refuses to get in the water. So the S/O would call, "Leona, I have a cramp! Please help me out of the pool!" And when he walks over they just pull him into the water.

Leona x Reader - Pool Peril

Gn! Reader

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You just wanted him to get into the water. That was it; so why was he being so stubborn?

“No,” Leona snarled, practically hissing at the water as you floated around on your inner tube peacefully. “I don’t do water.”

“Is that why you don’t shower?” You retorted cheekily, listening to him growl lowly in response.

“Watch it,” The warning tone meant nothing to you as you formulated a plan.

You watched as your lazy lion stretched and got comfortable in his beach chair. So you bolted; swimming enthusiastically to the other side before letting out a loud, dramatic yelp.

Leona shot up, eyes wide. “Pumpkin!?”

“Cramp! Cramp, Sevens it hurts, Leona help me out!” You cried, watching as he ran over.

5….

“Hey, ok, I’m coming!”

4….

3….

“Hey I’m here, come ere’”

2….

You grabbed his hand and smiled like a Leech Twin.

1.

And with that, you pulled him into the water.

He yowled loudly; rapidly pulling himself up and clinging to the ladder near by. He was gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful. Water dripped off his long hair, rolling down him rapidly. Despite the fact he looked completely mortified, both strong arms curled around the right side of the ladder.

“What the hell!?” He wailed, frantically wiping at his eyes. Damn chlorine! Why did it have to hurt eyes so badly!?

With sudden anxiety you frowned. “Sorry…..I just wanted you to swim with me…..you’re always napping, y’know?”

He softened, then sighed. He pulled over a randomly drifting donut floaty and curled up on it. “Come ‘ere.”

“Alright….” He tugged you up onto the donut with him. “This all you wanted?”

“Yeah….”

He let out a small, happy huff. “Now we both win.”

Unfortunately for you, after falling asleep on the donut floaty (that you later found out he snatched from Ruggie) you woke up with a horrid sunburn.

Totally worth it.

[iatetheglue]

I finally drew my persona..

PEEPAW SANS..

[wormslikeme]

I wanna know what’s the go to party set up for you guys

Mine are usually

DAO (unfinished): Alistair, Morrigan (sometimes Switches out for Dog) and Zeveran

Da2 (finished): Anders, Fenris and Aviline/Varric depending on the battle

Dai (literally just collecting the mosaics before I do the final quest): Dorian, Varric, and Cassandra

[the-heaminator]

Hetaween Day 1: After dark/Cabin in the woods/Folklore sorry it's a bit late @hetaween-event. Set in the summer of 1816 during the so-called Ohio fever due to the year without a summer, creative liberties have been taken.

Hungry, hungry, hungry, they were so hungry, they should never have set out, Summer had come down, cold winds hissing, turned yellow and ran, black in the cotton, rot in the lamb, ash on the crops, ash on the ground, left Hampshire they had, left Hampshire for the promised land in the west, land that wouldn't be frozen for months on end, land that could support corn, land that could support them, them and their soon to be families, they were unmarried yet, solely because they oft could not support themselves in these times.

Summer had turned coward and ran, storms and blizzards in May and June, frosts on the apples in July, no rain for months, the seasons had been set awry, the Lord was angry with them, but they would starve there if they stayed.

West, west, west.

Alfred and Matthew, west, west, west, west away from the sea, leaving Hampshire for dead.

They should not have set away from the trail, they did it for the rest, both tall and strong, corn fed, strong even starved, gone to look for food, to look for help, whichever was better.

They were greedy, both of them, and they would be forgiven for that, they did not have much, deprivation causes greed, this is not something new, the Lord would forgive their greed.

In the snow, it should not have been saying, it only being October, yet it was, in the snow, inches deep, in the premature darkness, the sun had been blotted out early as usual, covered by clouds and ash, there was a cabin, a small one, nestled in the woods, the soft glow of firelight.

Help!

They had help, maybe even they were willing to share their food, if they were living here then they would have meat, hunters probably, they needed meat, the young ones were too tired to go on, bones aching and blood thinning.

Alfred knocked, always the more confident of the brothers, the door opened, the man who opened it was tall, unnaturally so, Alfred was tall, Matthew taller still, they looked small compared to him, perhaps they should not have knocked here.

His speech was heavily accented, he was not from around here clearly, "Yes, what is it that you wish?"

Alfred could not speak for the moment, his voice had been stolen from his body, tongue gone thick and mind like molasses, Matthew took control "Sir, I'm sorry, do you have any food, or could you help?"

He called someone called Arthur over, he was small, but greying, "Yes Ivan?"

"Need food, should we help?"

Alfred did not like that look in his eye, it was almost predatory, like the glinting of a falcon's eye.

It was probably just the fire.

Neither of them looked natural, they did not, but this fear was overshadowed by greed, there was cured meat hanging from hooks on the walls, some fresh meat too, so much of it, carcasses that looked like deer, and some that they couldn't identify.

The smaller one, Arthur, had blood on his hands, he had been cutting meat or something of that sort, he washed that off, "Yes boys, what are you doing so far out into the woods, in such dreadful weather to be that?"

Redcoat, why was he a fucking redcoat, Alfred was immediately put on guard, Arthur looked at him annoyed, "No need to look at me like that, I am not a redcoat, just English. Now boys, answer my question, what are you doing out here at this time of year and this time of night."

"Ah, you see we were travelling west, to see where there was farmland, travelin' to Ohio was was, but are starved right now, cause we ran outta food and the kids can't go on much further and we were wonderin' if you could help a bit?"

They seemed to be considering it, the tall one, Ivan, supposedly, looked at them closely "You are too thin, no food?"

"I mean, we are here because we are starving."

"No starving, no here."

What that meant was beyond them, they were a bit too sluggish to think, mm, this place smelled nice, were they burning incense or something, they felt very heavy all of a sudden, Ivan smiled, he had too many teeth, far too many, and why were his eyes purple?

They were too sluggish to think much further than that, a grip on the hand, 4 fingered, black nails, the arm was freckled and the skin was cold, Arthur.

Matthew was more forcefully restrained, by Ivan, he was larger, and the incense was not working on him as well, but in time, he grew pliant too, sat down at the table, they did not have much meat to them, they needed to be fed up a little, fresh blood, would be nice.

Cured meat, fae food, fae food had odd impacts on humans, there were always stories not to eat food offered to you by the fae for then you will never leave, it was mostly true but not in the way that was expected, their food was addictive, and fattening, in no time neither could remember their names, let alone why they were here, fattened up like pigs ready for the slaughter, and ready for the slaughter they were.

Ivan liked making the death itself quick, but what he did afterwards was foul, it was wonderful, digging around in organs to try and find the organs, their blood tasted good, it did, drained in the cold, cured, stewed, and eaten.

Arthur liked to make them suffer, they wouldn't remember it anyways, but it made him feel good, slowly bleeding them out, taking great care not to get them sick, and thus not to get them sick, Alfred made such wonderful noises, his heart still beating when Arthur took a bite

Alfred and Matthew were never seen again, they were gone, and then forgotten, they never got to the promised land, eaten and savoured, may the Lord forgive their greed.

[t0rturedangel]

Hi <33 If you have the time, could u write hcs for wendy with a s/o that likes cute stuff (hello kitty and stuff like that) but doesn't tell her because they're scared she'll think they're weird and because they've been bullied for it before? If not feel free to ignore this, take your time, no pressure!

╭ . . . Wendy & a s/o who likes cute things ੭

• ➛ HCS ╰ warnings :: swearing, its kinda (rlly) short, sorry.

☆ - ・WENDY herself loves cute things so she wouldn't hate you if you yourself also loved cute things, but she understands why you'd wanna hide it

☆ - ・She'll always stand up for you if other's find out and bully you, they better get ready for the ass beating of a lifetime.

☆ - ・She'll always be there for you if you wanna ramble about hello kitty or anything you like

☆ - ・hell, she might even give you some of her 'cutesy' stuff- she just loves the look of pure happiness on you face when you get her little presents.

☆ - ・Will watch anything you want with you, whenever you two want, just to see you smile <3

☆ - ・If she didn't / doesn't find out she'll still stick by your side and will talk about 'cutesy' stuff when she sees something that she would dub as 'adorable'

☆ - ・If she found out via the bulling you receive, she'll talk with you after it, comforting you and telling you thats okay to like that kind of stuff!

☆ - ・After that she'll take you out for a mini date at whatever place you wanna eat and buy you a stuffed animal

☆ - ・thats pretty much it i think? Im sorry this is short i honestly didnt know what else to add

[samuelroukin]

maybe a silly one is allowed. maybe

[r0s3s-ang3l]

Johnny's girl~

You were at the Curtis house; Johnny was supposed to come to after a while, but it was already... "6:30?" You muttered. Johnny was supposed to come an hour in a half ago. You suddenly heard a quiet little... knock. You get up to see who is at the door...

"Johnny?.. Why are you crying??.." *Your boyfriend hugged you; only quiet sobs were heard from him. You rub his back wondering because he was crying. After a few moments of silence, he pulls away. "I-I got into a fight with my folks again." He said, "It's all good now." You look down then back at Johnny. "I'm sorry about them..." You say in a sad manner. "You need to stay away from them.." You say Johnny shrugs. "I just want cuddles from you now."

You blush and smile. "Of course, Johnnycakes." He grins starting to feel better. You guys go to the couch and cuddle for the rest of the night. You fell asleep in his arms.

[lysenfeu]

Look I'm not one for complaining about OOC/inaccurate characterization in fic (do whatever you want it's for fun!) but cmon. Who the fuck is describing Wolverine as "tall" 💀

[mikkelves]

Pochi kun

"Konnichiwa England" Japan says as he approached the Brit. England looks behind him. "Oh, hello Japan." Japan raised Pochi a bit higher, showing England. The Brit tilts his head in confusion, unsure of what the Japanese man was trying to do. Japan senses his confusion, and decides to speak up. "Pochi-Kun" As he moved Pochi closer to Englands face "Yep, Pochi kun" England said. Japan set down pochi, and grabbed Englands face, which caught England off-guard. He realised what Japan was trying to do, and he kissed the Japanese man passionately. The two stand there, kissing for a few seconds, until Japan pulls away. The two men blushing, England smiled. "I love you Japan."

[1v31182m5]

They just making Broppy canon every movie

[widowsistersandfriends]

You’re short

Okay then miss missy if I’m short then you’re tiny so HA. And just know, I’m gonna tickle you to pieces 🪶

[allylikethecat]

twitter is being ridiculous again

YESS thank you for indulging me in this because WOW do I find it extremely fun! (At least I am once again assuming this is for the send me the first sentence of a fanfic and I'll write the next five thing) If it is not and Twitter is actually being ridiculous I am very sorry :( I am a sports girlie IRL so my entire Twitter feed is basically El Presidente Dave Portnoy (I was at a horse race once and he was also there and he walked RIGHT IN FRONT of my father and I and I was so starstruck I couldn't form words so I just made a weird squeaking noise when he passed by) ANYWAY thank you so much for sending this in, and if anyone else wants to you will also join the list of my favorite people. Thank you and happy new year!

❤️Ally

Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.

"Twitter is being ridiculous again." Matty stated, his voice thick with frustration as he tossed his phone away and pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes.

"What are they on about now?" George asked around a spoonful of yogurt, causing Matty to wrinkle his nose in disgust, both because George was speaking with his mouth full, and because he hated yogurt.

"Swallow your food before you speak," he scolded, "and apparently we've broken up because I cheated on you with a Victoria's Secret model."

George snorted in amusement, "as if you could pull a Victoria's Secret model."

[the-mediaeval-monk]

I desperately want to read a historical fiction book about a monk that isn't super long. I want a nice little story that is very short and isn't something I wrote myself. I'm reading The Evening and The Morning by Ken Follett but it's too big physically and sad. I want some fluff.

please send recommendations I'm desperate. I'll even take spicy romances. I just want something short that will let me turn my brain off. You can even send any recommendations to my ask box anonymously

[shoshiwrites]

LINK ROUNDUP

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1.29.23

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Vintage Horn & Hardart menus from 1940 and 1944.

The Press — short 1945 Newsweek write-up on Lee Carson, Iris Carpenter, and Ann Stringer.

Automats — Entry by Stephen Nepa for The Encyclopedia of Greater Philadelphia.

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FROM THE ARCHIVES

The Genial Ghosts of Rainbow Corner — Reminisce by Gwendoline Hollingshead, who volunteered as a dance hostess at an American Red Cross Club in London.

Pop at the pictures: Wartime London dances to America's tune — Jon Savage.

[zappedbyzabka]

Are you gonna be writing any more greg/maz fics?

Should I? I mean I didn't necessarily plan on it but I assumed I would write something small for them again. As for a fic like last time: maybe! I really like writing them and it's definitely the easiest for me to write since they were both sort of blank characters before and I got to make up half their personalities 😂