#fanfic gift

[maternity-morningstar]

Lil’ Pumpkin Patch

Written By @bunny-is-cute

A gift for @lucifer-imaginaryfriend for making me art for this idea and @fantasy-addict-fics for giving me this idea for Husk

I hope you both Enjoy 😊

His mind drifted off a bit as the Sin of Sloth was doing her examination. In the last few weeks, Husk had gone through a traumatic ordeal. The memory of his wings butchered off his back by Valentino still lingered physically and mentally to the sinner.

But it wasn’t just the loss of his wings that brought him some turmoil. Not long before that incident, Husk had made a grave mistake in his sleep. Lucifer, who is pregnant was triplets, stayed with him one night after Angel had left. And Husk took him up on his offer for a sleep partner. It was just sleep…until Husk nipped Lucifer while unconscious and his angelic-pregnancy hormone blood touched his tongue and suddenly, Husk was pregnant as well.

Belphegor was a professional and he appreciated that about her. She examined his back, seeing the gashes healing from where his wings used to be.

“How has your physical therapy been going?” She asked.

Husk blinked out of his daze, “I’m able to walk with a walker. Soon I might just need a cane,” he said solemnly. Even when he was alive on Earth at his oldest, he never needed a cane or a walker. And now he was more like an old man than ever.

“That’s good progress. Your gashes look like they’re staying closed. But I still advise you to keep bandaging them up.” She said and looked at him, “Are you able to lay on your back without pain?”

Husk shook his head no. He had chronic pain, especially along his upper back and down his spine. He did need rehab to walk again, so he often slept on his sides or on his front, which he needs to stop doing soon due to his pregnancy.

“I would like to get an ultrasound to see how the baby is doing,” Belphegor said as she tried to think of a solution before she looked around the room and saw a few extra pillows in a linen closet. “Let’s prop you up a bit to ease the pain off your back.”

Belphegor carefully positioned the pillows beneath Husk, easing the strain off his back. As she did, Husk felt a brief wave of relief wash over him. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than the constant throbbing pain that had become his new normal.

“Thanks,” Husk muttered, his voice gruff but tinged with sincerity. He hated being in such a vulnerable position, relying on others, but he knew he didn’t have much choice right now.

Belphegor nodded, her expression professional yet gentle. She pulled the ultrasound machine closer, prepping Husk’s abdomen with the cool gel. “This should be quick,” she reassured him. “Just want to make sure everything’s progressing as it should.”

Husk clenched his jaw as the probe touched his fur and skin, his mind drifting again. The last few weeks had been a blur of pain and confusion. Losing his wings, finding out he was pregnant, dealing with the aftermath of everything—it was a lot to process. And now, lying there while Belphegor did her work, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of it all pressing down on him.

The rhythmic sound of the ultrasound filled the room, and Husk stared at the ceiling, trying to block out the sensation of the probe moving over his belly. He didn’t know how to feel about this baby. It wasn’t something he had ever planned for or even wanted, but now it was happening, and he had to deal with it.

“There’s the little one,” Belphegor said, her tone warm as she turned the screen so Husk could see.

He glanced at it, eyes narrowing slightly. The tiny figure on the screen barely seemed real to him. But it was there, a small life growing inside him, changing everything about his world.

“They’re doing well,” Belphegor continued, making a few notes on her clipboard. “Healthy heartbeat and everything seems to be on track. You’ll need to come in regularly for check-ups, especially given your…unique circumstances.”

Husk nodded absently, still staring at the screen. “Unique” was one way to put it. But there wasn’t much he could do now except try to get through it.

Belphegor cleaned up after the ultrasound and helped Husk get more comfortable. “I know this isn’t easy, but you’re doing well, considering everything you’ve been through,” she said, her voice softening slightly.

“Yeah, well, doesn’t feel like it,” Husk replied, his tone edged with bitterness. He wasn’t one to wallow, but he couldn’t deny how hard this had all been.

“Just take it one day at a time,” Belphegor advised as she packed up her equipment. She soon left his room and he was finally left alone.

Husk lay still for as long as he could, but the relief the pillows provided was fleeting. His muscles began to stiffen, the familiar ache in his back creeping back with a vengeance. He knew he needed to move soon, or the pain would only get worse, but the thought of it made him hesitate. Every movement felt like it would rip him apart.

Finally, he braced himself and shifted his weight to the side, groaning as his joints cracked in protest. It was like his body was resisting every attempt to function, every small movement sending jolts of pain down his spine. He bit back a curse, gritting his teeth as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

His feet hit the cold floor, and for a moment, he just sat there, trying to gather the strength to stand. He could feel the sharp tugging pain in his back, like the wounds where his wings had been were being ripped open all over again. But he had to get up. He had to get his little secret.

With a deep breath, Husk pushed himself to his feet, swaying slightly as a wave of dizziness hit him. He held onto the bedpost for support, his other hand instinctively going to his abdomen, where the baby was growing. The movement made his back scream in protest, but he forced himself to take slow, careful steps toward the small drawer by his bed.

His hand trembled as he pulled it open, revealing the orange kitten plushie inside. It was soft, with little pumpkin designs covering its body, a comforting sight amidst the pain. Husk reached out, fingers brushing the plush fur before he gently lifted it out of the drawer. The instant he held it close, cradling the toy as though it was as delicate as a newborn kitten. Some of the tension in his body eased, though the pain didn’t disappear.

This little toy had become his lifeline, something to hold onto when everything else felt like it was slipping away. He clutched it close, imagining the day he would give birth to his kitten. It was a silly thought, maybe even a bit crazy, but it was something that brought him comfort in a world that had become so dark and painful.

Husk sank back onto the bed, the plushie tucked against his chest, as he let out a shaky breath. His back still throbbed, his joints still ached, but having the plush in his arms made it all a little more bearable. It was his secret, his little piece of hope, something to focus on when the pain got too much.

Husk curled up on the bed, his body still aching, but as he held the kitten plush close, he felt himself drifting away from the pain, slipping into a dream-like state. His mind began to blur the lines between reality and fantasy, the overwhelming pain easing as he entered this safe mental space, a place where the world was softer and quieter, and the harshness of his reality faded into the background.

In this state, the plushie wasn’t just a toy anymore—it was his newborn kitten, warm and soft in his arms. He could almost feel the tiny heartbeat against his chest, the steady rhythm calming him as he imagined the kitten’s soft breaths, its little body curled up against him, completely dependent on him for warmth and comfort.

He let his eyes flutter shut, his breathing evening out as he sank deeper into the dream. In his mind, he had just given birth, and the grueling, exhausting task behind him, was replaced by a profound sense of peace and accomplishment.

His rough exterior softened as he gazed down at the little toy, his eyes glassy with unshed tears.

He began to whisper to it, his voice a mere breath in the quiet room. "Hey there, little one," he murmured, his voice trembling slightly. "You're finally here... I’ve waited so long to meet you."

The pain he’d endured, the struggles he’d faced, all of it was worth it because now, he had his little kitten, safe and sound in his arms.

The imagined weight of the kitten against his chest felt so real, so comforting, that it brought tears to his eyes. He could almost feel its tiny heartbeat, the softness of its fur, and the way it nestled into him, seeking his warmth and protection. He clutched the plushie a little tighter, his hands shaking as the emotions he’d kept buried for so long started to spill over.

Husk could almost feel the exhaustion of the imagined labor in his limbs, the kind of deep, satisfying tiredness that comes after an immense effort. But it wasn’t the pain that filled him now—only a warm, glowing sense of contentment. He imagined looking down at the tiny creature in his arms, its eyes barely open, a soft purr rumbling from its little chest. This was his baby, the one he’d dreamed of, and now it was real in this space.

"You’re so small… so perfect," Husk continued, his voice thick with emotion. "I promise I’ll take care of you… keep you safe. You’ll never have to worry, I’ll always be here."

A tear slipped down his cheek, and then another, as the overwhelming mix of love and sadness washed over him. He pressed his lips to the plushie’s head, the fabric dampening slightly with his tears.

The room around him faded away, replaced by the gentle, comforting presence of his kitten. He could almost hear the soft mews, and feel the gentle nuzzling as the kitten sought out his warmth. Husk smiled faintly, the corners of his mouth twitching upward as he imagined the kitten’s tiny paws pressing against his chest, its little body snuggling closer, seeking the safety and security only he could provide.

This was his world, one where he wasn’t alone, where he had something precious to care for and love. He held the kitten closer, whispering soothing words, telling it how proud he was, how much he loved it, and how everything was going to be okay now. In this world, there was no Valentino, no pain, no fear—just him and his kitten, together and safe.

The thought brought a fresh wave of tears, and he couldn’t hold them back any longer. They spilled down his face, quiet sobs shaking his shoulders as he held the plushie close, rocking gently as if trying to soothe both it and himself.

Husk stayed in this dream-like state for as long as he could, letting the warmth and love of his imagined kitten wash over him, easing the pain and sorrow that had plagued him for so long. Here, he was strong, capable, a parent who had endured the most grueling task and come out the other side with something beautiful.

The room was silent except for the soft sound of his crying, the pain in his back temporarily forgotten as he allowed himself to be vulnerable, to feel everything he’d been holding back. This was his moment, his connection to something pure and innocent in a world that had taken so much from him. It didn’t matter that it was only a toy; in this space, in this moment, it was real to him.

Eventually, the edges of the dream began to blur, reality seeping back in as the throbbing in his back grew harder to ignore. But even as the dream faded, Husk held onto the sense of peace it had given him, clutching the kitten plushie close, as if by holding onto it, he could keep a piece of that world with him. He might have been alone in that room, but in his heart, he wasn’t—he had his kitten, and that was enough to keep him going.

[smilesatdawnmain]

BACKWARD LOGIC GIFT

My friend, @lagt-duck wrote me two chapters based off of Taken, called Taken (TO THERAPY). I absolutely love this little mini story cause it takes my angst and makes it a little nicer and Xiaoxiao and his parents actually communicate.

SO, in a show of thanks and appreciation....

I took something Lagt wrote, about Macaque and Wukong being so head over heels in love with each other that they write poetry for each other.... AND MADE IT ANGSTY BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA

(Legit go check out Lagt's works, they are so cute and sweet)

[desmond-the-queer-dragon]

Update: I have been adopted into the MotoGP Fandom by @scrollonso and @smolnerdz

I have no choice.

I cannot refuse the call of the fandom nor a certain Spanish twink

My buddy @dasmidna was right about being adopted and I am the clown. I told them there was no way this would happen because I didn’t know anything about MotoGP. The joke is on me.

But now that I have dipped my toe in the water, I wanted to talk about a MotoGP Au im working on as a gift for DasMidna based on their fanfic. I’m linking that here: please give it a read!!

Yes, it’s gone that far. I suppose you can consider me a lost cause.

Long story short, it’s a dragon racing au with the dragons from House of the Dragon. A mix of modern and medieval vibes, like Nimona.

Some of the concepts will be similar to real racing terminology and things. I’ll leave notes on what each thing is a parallel or nod too, if that makes sense.

But I wanted to share some of the dragon and rider match ups. Matchups below the cut.

1. Marc Márquez and Caraxes

They got the same smile and the same freak.

2. Pecco and Syrax

Both are fast and underestimated

3. Álex and Sunfyre

Golden boys and goodiest boys

4. Luca and Moondancer

Luca and Moondancer-The uncontrollable Honda his brother warned him about

5. Enea and Seasmoke.

Seasmoke is going through a divorce with Syrax and sadly, Enea and Pecco are caught in the middle.

Seasmoke chased him down, giggling in Draconic, while Enea calmly panicked.

I don’t know if this will be an interest to the fandom, but I was told by DasMidna that there are not a lot of fics and I was like “my specialty is dragons”

So here we are XD

Just wanted to share this cause I was excited.

But please give DasMidna’s fic a read too!!

[destiny-in-the-universe]

it’s finally out

I have officially completed this gift and I really do hope @thesoundofmadness comes to enjoy this! I really had such a blast writing it- and boy, I might do something like this again!

Howard and Randy are my blorbos- well, some of them at least, but me-ow, anyway before I go off on a long cooking ramble- here’s the finished piece

Writing their relationship is like music to my ears because on one hand, you have Randy’s selflessness- but boy is he dumb of ass and then you have Howard’s fiery devil-may-care attitude unless it’s in his own interests; except to each other? They’d literally walk into the flames, they would do anything for one another- because you even have the way their personalities match, they influence each other in ways I don’t think they’re even conscious of but seriously- Tengu! Howard should’ve had more time to shine

Hope you enjoy!

edit: the song in the fanfic is called follow you by being me the horizon. give it a listen! seriously

[tttewolves]

Ruby and Topaz

I decided to write a short fanfic story on one of @dragons-and-magic’s shipping, which is James x Nia!❤️🧡

I just find this shipping so good and adorable! I think it’s one of the most rarest and underrated shipping!😅

Before the fanfiction begin, I wanted to shoutout to @dragons-and-magic as their AU is awesome and beautiful!😭💖

Anyways, let’s begin…

Ruby and Topaz

Springtime arrived on Sodor, the most paradise place got dragons. Everything was beautiful. The waterfall was more glistening, the flowers were blooming, and many animals began to play.

As cliche it sounds, it was the season of love. Many dragons started to find their own mates or confess to their crush. The dragons were powerful yet majestic and beautiful creatures.

…

One day, a red fiery Dragon cross Wyvern dragon, named James, was strolling with such pride, but yet had a humble side. He closed his eyes and walked through the forest. He was humming to a random melody when he paused himself.

He heard a giggle. He opened his eyes and turned around. There, he saw Thomas and Ashima playing around as they nudged each other. James frowned and rolled his eyes as he saw a river.

There, he lowered his head and began to drink some fresh water. All was well until…

“Hello, James.”, a female voice greeted him.

James froze before he lifted his head and gasped silently.

There, stood a beautiful and colourful African Painted Wyvern, named Nia, and she was smaller than James, “What are you doing?”, she grinned as she batted her eyes fast.

James gulped as he slowly walked back. The orange Wyvern approached him, “What’s the matter? A fish caught your tongue?”

As she walked slowly towards him, James walked further back until he tripped over a rock. He landed funny as he looked up and blushed madly.

Nia chuckled as she thought he was spelt used but a big goofball. James yelped as he walked backwards until his horns got caught by the cherry blossom tree.

James shook his head violently until Nia approached and licked his cheek as he closed his eyes shut. After that, Nia rubbed her head against his chest and started purring and chirping happily and lovingly.

The red hybrid dragon opened his eyes wide before he looked at his beloved wyvern and smiled. There, the two nudged their heads and purred. Although Nia teases James, he can’t help but fall for her and their love was so strong and powerful.

After that, Nia booped his nose with her tail as she began to fly into the sky. James smirked as he flew after her. There, they teased and play games up in the beautiful blue sky. They laughed and played as they were enjoying their times.

…

After hours of playing, they rested at the top of the waterfall, watching the sunset. There, Nia rested her head under James’ chin and whispered, “I love you.”

“And I love you, Nia.”, James responded as the two nudged and purred while watching the dying sun.

~~~

I know it’s short, but I hope you love it! Bless you all, and have a wonderful day!🌈

[lavendernarwhal72]

Gift for @female-fogbank for the Star Trek Winter Gift Exchange 2024

@startrekwintergiftexchange

[lawful-evil-novelist]

Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Characters: Jonathan Crane, Becky Albright, Alice Pleasance Additional Tags: Pre-Scarecrow Era, Professor Jonathan Crane, mental health discussion, Ethics in Psychology, Actual College Course Stuff 

Early in her college career, Becky has an encounter that will make a lot more sense a few years later.

Wrote a short Professor Crane fic for @jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear for her birthday.  Happy birthday Moffy!  I hope everything goes well for you today.

[starsarefire824]

Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler Additional Tags: Forced Proximity, Sharing a Bed, Sexual Tension, Denial of Feelings, Idiots in Love, Friendship/Love, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Fluff, Mild Angst, Minor Internal Homophobia, waking up together, Aged-Up Character(s), Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, Childhood Memories, Hanging Out, POV Will Byers, POV Mike Wheeler, Dreams of the future, Daydreams, Getting Together, Domestic Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Insecurity, Slice of Life Summary:

A collection of snippets of Will and Mike having to share a room while waiting for the impending apocalypse and the utter torture it is for both of them.

for @perexcri Happy New Year!!

[dreamnotefancures]

Story Care Time Pretty Cure

I originally wrote this for @salsasprecure during the Fancure Artfight (an unofficial Artfight for Pretty Cure Fanseries where you create whatever you want!). However, because the Fancure Artfight ended and I got pretty far on this fanfic I decided to make this a fanfic gift for Salsa.

Hope you like this Salsa! Also, be sure to check out Salsa’s stuff on @salsasprecure she has amazing art!

Also big thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader.

Enjoy!

~~~~~~~

Mio was humming and skipping to meet her friends at the park. “What a lovely, sunny day!” Mio sang. With how gorgeous today was and how she and her friends have been busy fighting Careless, this was a perfect way to relax and recharge.

She had her whole day planned, first a picnic at the park with food provided by Tomoko, then checking out this new craft fair, ultimately ending the day with some crepes.

As Mio made it to the park, she heard rustling in the bushes. She turned around and shivered in fright. “Okay, Suzu. This isn’t funny! You can come out now.” Mio said.

However, to her surprise, it wasn’t Mio but a little swan. Mio was at awe at how cute and little she was, but saw something was up with it. The swan was little and wore a glistening crown and a multi-colored jewel necklace. Though it looked like the swan was injured by someone or something judging by the injuries the poor bird was limping from.

“You poor thing,” Mio whispered. “Who did this to you?”

The bird didn’t reply, just slowly opened her eyes and something flashed the second she saw Mio. The latter felt the same thing, almost like the two were destined to meet. Opening her bag, she took out a small handkerchief and wrapped the little swan to keep her safe before heading off to see her friends, hoping one of them could help the little bird.

Meanwhile, Tomoko, Suzu, and Fuaffu were sitting down on a bench with snacks in tow, just waiting for Mio to show up. . 

Suzu’s stomach rumbled as she let out a yell. “Where is Mio! I’m hungry!” She whined.

 Fuaffu’s stomach started to growl. “Me too…” She whined.

“I’m sure Mio is on her way.” Tomoko reassured her friends. Soon enough Mio came running and Tomoko smiled, “See she’s here.”

Suzu sighed. “Finally!”

Mio skidded holding on the handkerchief close. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Where have you been? We’ve been starving!” Suzu yelled.

Mio caught her breath and showed her friends the little swan that she held wrapped in her handkerchief. Suzu and Tomoko gasped in surprise. Fuaffu jumped on Suzu’s shoulder and gasped at the sight of the swan's injuries. She then felt the same odd spark the swan and Mio felt earlier.

“I found her injured on my way over here,” Mio explained.

Tomoko looked at the bird and saw that there was nothing broken and that the bird needed rest and food. “The poor thing.” She whispered. “What happened to them?”

“I don’t know. I found her like this and I figured I'd bring her here. I thought maybe you guys would know what to do.”

Tomoko held her hand out as Mio put the bird into her friend's hands. Tomoko examined the bird and saw the injuries on her. “She looks a bit bruised, and maybe hungry.” Tomoko examined a little more. “Looks like it’s nothing serious, but let’s keep her with us for now, if she doesn’t improve we can take her to the Tenderheart Veterinarian after this.”

“Okay!” Suzu and Mio agreed. Mio picked up the handkerchief and wrapped it around the wing of the swan. “For now, until we get you proper help.”

The swan smiled and snuggled up close. “Thank you.” She whispered. Mio paused and looked down at the swan who rested beside her. She looked at her friends who were already opening snacks and eating. Weird I thought I heard something. Mio shrugged and went to eat with her friends.

The group ate, all they could do was stare at the swan. The four nodded in silent agreement and handed a small snack to the little swan. The swan looked up and slowly ate the snack in Fuaffu’s paw. Her eyes sparkled as she ate the rest of what was offered to her. “So good!” The swan beamed. Soon the swan turned into a puff of smoke and appeared human.

The swan’s human form was of a young girl with blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She wore a long red floral dress with puffy sleeves and over the dress was a white apron and brown shoes.

Mio and her friends stared in shock as the swan girl landed on the seat looking happy and healthy. “Thank you!” She beamed.

The girls couldn’t utter a word. Sure they’re Pretty Cure, and have seen some wacky things on their adventures, but this was the first time they saw a swan fairy turn into a human. “Y-you're human!” Suzu shouted.

The swan nodded. “I’m Dottie by the way! It’s nice to meet you.” She beamed.

Mio smiled and shook Dottie’s hand. “I’m Sasaki Mio!” She replied. “And these are my friends; Yoshida Suzu, Shimizu Tomoko, and Fuaffu.” When Mio introduced her friends they each gave a wave to the swan girl. Dottie smiled and waved back to Mio’s friends.

“So Dottie, what happened to you?” Tomoko asked.

Dottie frowned as she recalled her memories. “Well I was visiting here and suddenly this monster attacked me. I was too weak from traveling so I went in my swan form to get away.” She explained.

“What monster?” Suzu asked.

Suddenly, the girls heard screaming from a distance and went over to its source. The group got up and saw a Careless attacking a group of civilians at the park. Suzu let out a frustrated yell. “COME ON! ON OUR RELAXING DAY?” She yelled.

“Relaxing day or not! We have to defeat this Careless.” Fuaffu said.

Suzu sighed. “Fine.” She and her friends pulled out their transformation items and transformed.

With love and care, Pretty Cure Heart Activation! 

A Rainbow of encouragement, Cure Cheer!

Energetic playfulness, Cure Shine!

The Dreams of the Stars, Cure Wish!

Care!! Pretty Cure!

Dottie’s eyes glistened as she gasped in delight seeing Mio and her friends as the Pretty Cure. “Let’s go!” Cure Cheer beamed. Her team members nodded and went off to fight the Careless.

The monster took notice at the three Care Precure and a fight ensued. Cure Cheer jumped up and did some cheerleader flips before going in with a powerful kick.

Cure Shine and Cure Wish then came in throwing punches and kicks on the Careless before blocking their attacks and pushing them away. Cure Shine and Cure Wish used a wall to protect themselves from crashing. Then going back in and throwing a few more punches.

Cure Cheer came by quickly and swooped in to attack by throwing punches. The Careless was about to knock out Cure Cheer, but the pink cure made her pom poms appear and used them as a shield, blocking the punch. She then used the pom poms as punching gloves, but the Careless found an opening and knocked Cheer down.

Cure Shine and Cure Wish came in and started to attack the monster by throwing even more kicks and punches, but the Careless knocked them away, crashing into Cure Cheer.

The three pretty cure groaned as the Careless marched over them. Before the Careless could strike the final blow, the monster was kicked in the face and knocked to the other side of the park. The Care cures were in confused shock, wondering where the mighty kick came from.

“Look!” Cure Wish exclaimed. She pointed at another Pretty Cure in the distance. 

This Pretty Cure had long blonde hair with a peach ombre, a part of her hair tied to a bun, feather hair pieces, and a crown. She wore a pale blue dress with a pink ribbon on the front with a swan shaped bottle in the middle, gold accents, and white feather sleeves complimented with a feather skirt on the bottom. She sported white wings on the back of her outfit, white arm bands, and blue toe shoes with little wings on them.

“Is that?” Cure Shine asked.

“A Pretty Cure?” Cure Cheer finished.

The new Pretty Cure glared at the monster. “I won’t let you attack this world, or my new friends.” She promised.

The Careless growled. The new Pretty Cure was able to dodge and fly missing on all of the Careless attacks. The Care Pretty Cure team were in awe seeing how agile the Pretty Cure was.

Not wanting to keep missing for any longer, the Careless went for a punch, but the mysterious pretty cure used her legs to block it before kicking the monster away and causing it to knock down a few trees.

“Now finish it! Care Pretty Cure!” The mysterious cure commanded.

The Care Pretty Cure team nodded and got ready to do their finisher attack.

“With Great Care… Pretty Cure, Purify Blast!” 

A multi-colored blast filled with hearts and stars came flying out and purified the Careless. The Pretty cure sighed and collapsed on the ground relieved they were able to stop the monster in time.

“Thank you for your help!” Cure Cheer beamed.

“No problem. I’m Cure Crown by the way.” She introduced herself.

Cure Cheer’s eyes lit up as she shook Cure Crown’s hand. “I’m Cure Cheer! It’s nice to meet you!” She beamed in reply.

Cure Crown smiled as the two Pretty Cure let go of their hands. “Well I wish you luck Cure Cheer,” Cure Crown said before flying off into the sky.

“Same to you, Cure Crown,” She replied as she went back to her civilian form. “Same to you.”

 Cure Shine and Cure Wish transformed back into their civilian forms and smiled seeing Cure Crown leave. Fuaffu jumped up in Tomoko’s arms and looked up at the duo. “You know, she did look familiar.”

“How so?” Suzu asked.

“You mean that she looked like Dottie?” Tomoko answered.

“Yep!” Fuaffu replied, but soon her and Suzu’s eyes widened as they faced the green cure. “Wait, how did you know!”

“Because,” Mio spoke up, causing the trio to look at the leader. “I felt it. The second I saved Dottie I felt this weird connection. I didn’t know what it was, but now I know.” Her friends smiled and walked over to her as they looked up at the sky. “It makes you wonder if there’s more Pretty Cure out there of all kinds.”

Fuaffu put her paws on Mio’s hands. “Who knows Mio? Who knows.”

[elioamari]

Here's my gift to @myfoggedreality for the @cp77nyexchange! I'm really happy with this scavenger hunt idea and am so pleased with how it turned out. Hope you enjoy!! I'm With You, All The Way

“Hey cutie pie. Tired of you not returning my calls or texts so let’s try something fun. Since you’re so sleepy all the time, drink this and meet me now in the place where we first met.”

[cassandracain52]

Weirdly specific fanfic tropes in the Batman Fandom that I love

Cuddle Pollen: Ivy’s pollen but it just makes you crave human contact to the point it’s painful

People avoiding Bruce Wayne adopting them: sometimes the adoptee is a canon bat child other times it’s LadyBug or Spider-Man. Bruce absolutely dragging Batman through the mud to the press for no apparent reason: You would think such a specific prompt could not possibly have that many fics. You would be wrong. The Justice League finding out Bruce has 10+ children and being shook: It always goes one of two ways, either one of his kids was hiding under his cape and outs him or they all show up when Bruce inevitably needs help Tim destroying another company out of pure petty spite: Idk why it's always him, but it is. The reason can vary but it's typically in defense of another family member

Actual Ray of Sunshine Robin!Jason seeing the neglected little gremlin that is 9 yrs old Tim Drake and deciding to keep him: it’s always so funny. 90% of the time it’s just Jason telling Bruce “We’re keeping him” and Bruce just being like “ok”

Damian trying to fight Santa Clause: I don’t know when exactly we as a fandom decided that not only did Damian believe in/know about Santa, but that he is ready to fight him at any given moment but I hope it never stops

[insomniphic]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ @luthi3n's story based off of my post ToT

I wish I got to draw more of the fanfic but I got the first lines down QvQ

GRAAH I WANNA DRAW MORE WAIIIT

[demaparbat-hp]

Zuko was awoken by the ghost of a caress on his left cheek and the echo of a voice that told stories of dragons and spirits and love. No matter how things may seem to change, never forget who you are.

Zuko's childhood, as told in For the Spirits Chapter V: There Was Sun.

When did Zuko start seeing the spirits of the dead? How did loss become the norm for a child?

(Maybe it was after Lu Ten, or after Mother. Maybe it was because of the burn or the fire or the dreams sent to him by Agni. Maybe such was the way of things since the very beginning of time.)

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Thinking about a bingqiu Dreamling AU where Shen Yuan and Shang Qinghua are both bored deities, just sort of taking a brief sojourn through the mortal world to shoot the shit and see some interesting monster or other that Shen Yuan has heard about, when they come across a tea house and decide to take a break and do some people-watching instead.

Shen Yuan is well into something of a shut-in phase, which Shang Qinghua doesn't like, mostly because when Shen Yuan is in those phases he doesn't do particularly well either. Shen Yuan's a social butterfly, for however little he cares to actually acknowledge it about himself, and his critique of Shang Qinghua's literary masterpieces gets so much harsher when he's not getting enough enrichment.

So when they overhear one of the kitchen boys solemnly insisting that he is going to do everything in his power to never die, and Shen Yuan laments that the boy would probably regret such a wish if it came true, Shang Qinghua decides to bestow a rare bit of godly power onto this mortal and grant his wish.

He doesn't make him a god, of course, that wouldn't even be in his ability. At least, not without using up more time and effort than he's prepared to expend on this one random kid. But immortality on its own is not that difficult. The boy will still finish growing up, and will still be able to be harmed, to know hunger and pain and illness. It just won't ever kill him.

Shen Yuan sighs that it's a cruel thing to do to a mortal, especially one with such low odds of ever cultivating other skills to mitigate the potential torment of it all. But Shang Qinghua just shrugs and they place bets, that this boy will ask for the immortality to be revoked in a hundred years, or two hundred, or so on, or else he won't. Shen Qingqiu approaches the kitchen boy and flusters and bewilders him by telling him to meet him back here again in a hundred years time.

A hundred years later, the tea house is larger. The boy has grown to be a striking young man, who looks at Shen Yuan with wariness and something else, something almost like awe, as he asks what manner of creature he's made this bargain with. Shen Yuan assures him that he has no nefarious intentions, and instead asks Luo Binghe how the past century of his life has gone.

Horribly, at least at first. Binghe's mother had already died by the time they met, but afterwards he managed to earn enough money to travel to a nearby sect. Working in the tea house's kitchen was just a minor stopover along the way. Shen Yuan was wrong, it seems, about his odds of becoming a cultivator -- Luo Binghe earned entry as a disciple.

Yet, he had no success. The master who took him on was unaccountably cruel and mercurial, and Luo Binghe's attempts to cultivate failed. Looking back he sees now that there were many times when he should have died but didn't, but when it was all happening he just thought himself lucky. At least until an enemy sect attacked a cultivation conference, and he suffered mortal wounds that absolutely should have killed him (or anyone) but still didn't die. (No demon race or abyss in this AU, but there are still demonic and fantastical creatures.)

His cruel master, upon witnessing this, accused him of heretical practices and tried to kill him as well by flinging him off the edge of a gorge. The fall was terrible. Binghe lay at the bottom in a horrifying state, injured beyond reason and yet, still, he didn't die. Eventually his body recovered enough for him to drag himself out, and once he did the only thing on his mind was getting revenge. For the next several decades he managed to ingratiate himself to all manner of potential allies, forging alliances, accumulating blackmail, and convincing people that he had to be some powerful cultivator through his supernatural resilience, lack of visible aging, and a lot of bluffing. He got revenge on his old teacher, drove his first sect into ruin, and rose to prominence as a feared and respected leader of the cultivation world.

Shen Yuan listens with clear interest, asking plenty of questions and seemingly quite taken up with the story. At the conclusion, Luo Binghe admits that his actual cultivation is still mostly a matter of smoke and mirrors, and wonders if -- now that the hundred years have passed -- Shen Yuan means to strip his immortality from him.

Shen Yuan asks if Luo Binghe wants that. When Luo Binghe says no, he accepts the answer, and tells him to meet him back here again in another hundred years. Luo Binghe calls after him, but before he can ask anything more, Shen Yuan has disappeared again.

A hundred years later, Binghe arrives back at the tea house with an entourage befitting of an emperor. The tea house has also expanded. Luo Binghe orders a lavish feast from them, which everyone hastens to provide. He's spent the past several decades consolidating his power, forging alliances with key political players via several marriages, producing heirs, and crushing his enemies. As he brags about the state of his massive harem to Shen Yuan, the deity's eyes begin to glaze over. He doesn't seem impressed. He also doesn't seem to care much for the food, and eventually his attention is stolen away by a conversation at another table. The diners are discussing the exploits of a promising new poet and novelist. Try as he might, Luo Binghe fails to regain Shen Yuan's attention before the evening is done. Shen Yuan doesn't think it's a big deal -- after all, if Binghe is still riding on top of the world, he's probably not going to want his immortality gift revoked just yet!

Another hundred years go by. The tea house has returned to a more modest situation, the next time Shen Yuan sets foot in it. He waits an unusually long while for his guest to arrive, and when he does, he's almost stopped at the door by the tea house's servers. It's only when Shen Yuan bids them let him through that Luo Binghe is able to come to the table, almost collapsing against it and desperately falling onto the arrangement of snacks with obvious hunger.

Shen Yuan wonders if this, now, will be when the boy (no longer a boy) asks for the immortality to be revoked. Surprisingly, he finds himself resistant to the idea, even though it's also clear that the game has run too long. Maybe hundred year check-ins were too short? He doesn't like the implications of what's gone on, even if he's not really surprised about it either.

Between desperate mouthfuls of food, Luo Binghe explains that without mastering inedia, going hungry but never dying is a deeply unpleasant experience. Shen Yuan orders more food. Once Binghe has finally eaten his fill, he begins, haltingly, to explain his situation. His clothes are ragged, he is painfully thin, and his gaze is haunted.

Apparently, several of his wives conspired to assassinate him, despite his reputation as unkillable. Realizing that most poisons and such didn't kill him, but that he could still be incapacitated, they hatched a scheme to dose his food with a powerful sleeping agent, and then walled him up in a famous ancestral tomb. They went to great length to ensure that it was impossible to escape from. It took Binghe decades to do it anyway, digging away at the floors, and when he got out he found that his power base had collapsed. In-fighting and the incursion of his enemies had led to the deaths of all of his children, and what wives had survived had either fled or remarried. Not that he particularly wanted them back at that point, since the ones actually most loyal to him had also been killed early on after his own "death". His face marked him, to the eyes of his enemy, as a surviving descendant of himself. He was hunted down, chased across the continent and back again, until he managed to fall into enough obscurity that his pursuers abandoned the chase. Except that he has nothing, and any time he tries to regain something, he runs the risk of being hounded again. Those who might see some potential in him still remember the collapse of his recent "dynasty" and slam doors in his face, or else try and turn him over to those now in power in pursuit of a reward. Those who don't know that much see only a dirty beggar, and usually run him off on that basis instead.

Shen Yuan, almost hesitant, asks if Luo Binghe would like to have his immortality revoked.

Luo Binghe declines. How will he be able to take revenge on those who wronged him if he is dead? He has a hit list a mile long by now.

Which is definitely not the most noble of reasons to persist, but Shen Yuan finds himself reluctant to ask twice. Instead he orders more food, and then even reserves one of the traveler's rooms above the tea house for several days. By then the sky is turning grey, and Luo Binghe is losing his apparent battle with exhaustion. Shen Yuan presses the key into his hand, thinking it's probably not enough, but there are limits to how much gods are supposed to interfere and Shang Qinghua already stretched them to the breaking point with this entire scenario.

He leaves, not seeing the hand that reaches after him just before he is out of the door and gone.

Another hundred years pass. This time, Shen Yuan arrives to find Luo Binghe already waiting for him. He isn't surprised to see that Binghe's situation has visibly improved -- maybe he was keeping closer tabs on him, just a little bit, for this past while. If only to be sure he wouldn't have to warn the tea house workers to expect an unorthodox visitor again! But no, Binghe has been doing well enough for himself. No more harems or thrones, though. He dresses more like a well-off merchant now, deliberately posing as his own mortal descendant rather than as a great immortal cultivator. The food at the table looks far more delicious than usual too (Binghe commandeered the tea house's kitchen himself this time). As they chat, Shen Yuan is regaled with the exploits of Luo Binghe's travels and adventures, how even though he initially set out to claim revenge on those who overthrew him, by the time he was in a position to actually do so they had already died of the usual causes (time, illness, their own schemes backfiring, etc). Subsequently, only their children and grandchildren were left with the scraps of power they had obtained, and when one of those children employed Luo Binghe as a bodyguard, his initial plan to assassinate them eventually fell by the wayside. After all, the wrongdoings weren't actually theirs. From that point, Binghe was able to restore himself to a more comfortable life, joining his new employer on their travels until he had set aside enough earnings to take his leave before his youthful good-looks earned him suspicion. He then began investing in travel and trade, specifically cargo ships, because never spending too long in the same place or around the same people helped disguise his immortality. He had found that, at least for now, this served him better than playing the part of a cultivator. It also gave him time to try and actually repair his ruined cultivation base somewhat, and fighting pirates proved very diverting.

Binghe is midway through recounting his adventures with a gigantic sea monster, while Shen Yuan hangs on every word, when they're interrupted by the arrival of a brash young mistress, clearly wealthy and trained in cultivation. The young lady declares that there is a rumor that a fallen god and a demon meet in this tea house once a century, that they wield strange powers, etc etc, and she intends to interrogate them both with the assistance of her hired muscle and her own spiritual weapon, and discover the truth of the matter. Then she whips out, well, a whip!

Before Shen Yuan can deal with the matter, Luo Binghe is already on his feet, disarming the goons and breaking a few arms in the process. Shen Yuan is so distracted that he almost misses the whip aimed right for him, but before Binghe can catch the barbed weapon with his bare hand (wtf, Binghe, no) Shen Yuan deflects it with a wave of his fan, and then efficiently knocks the troublesome young lady unconscious. The hired muscle flees, Shen Yuan arranges for their assailant to be placed in a room upstairs until she regains consciousness, and he and Binghe resume their meal and conversation in relative peace.

Even though it's clear that Luo Binghe has not yet reached the end of his tolerance for life, Shen Yuan nevertheless finds himself strangely reluctant to part ways at the end of the night. Still, he does, because that's what is expected of him, gently denying Luo Binghe's suggestions that they find some other establishment to continue their conversation at. He also has to investigate these "rumors" that the young lady mentioned. It's probably nothing (Shang Qinghua has a loose tongue when he's drunk, and a lot of imaginative storytellers have frequented this tea house over the years) but he doesn't like being caught unawares like that. Heavenly politics are... complicated, it's best not to court unwanted attention in any capacity.

Another hundred years go by. This time, when they meet at the tea house, Luo Binghe asks Shen Yuan why he keeps it up. Why did he pick Binghe? What is he really after? When Shen Yuan fails to give any kind of clear answer, Luo Binghe shoots his shot and makes a (very obvious) move on him.

Shen Yuan, flustered, gets up and flees. Ignoring Luo Binghe's calls after him. It just doesn't make any sense! Why would Binghe do that?! He's a man who once had a harem of wives in the triple digits! Clearly he's not gay, so what was that all about? Was he just messing with him?! How dare he! Etc, etc.

Another century passes. Luo Binghe waits at the tea house, which has fallen onto hard times again. With the construction of some new roadways, travelers no longer pass through as often. Binghe listens, worried, to the proprietor's laments that this old place will probably not be around in another hundred years. He listens because he has no one else to speak to, because Shen Yuan has not shown up. Not that morning, not during the day, not come evening, and not now that it is closing time. Binghe nevertheless charms and bribes the proprietor to let him stay even after the place has shuttered.

It seems damning, of course. He pressed too hard and now his mysterious benefactor wants nothing more to do with him. Except, no, he refuses to accept that. He's still immortal. And he has gleaned enough of Shen Yuan's character by now that he thinks that even if he was rejected, he would be let down more clearly and gently than this. The more he thinks about it, the less willing Luo Binghe is to believe that he has been deliberately stood up (also, since the tenor of his confession was different from Hob Gadling's, he never delivered an ultimatum about what it might imply when they met up again).

Over the centuries, Luo Binghe has built up a few contacts with similarly strange and supernatural stories. Cultivators, sure, but also others, fortune tellers and people of strange ancestry, questionable abilities, those who have interacted with powerful beings of mysterious provenance. He makes his way to a certain gambling den, frequented often by such people, and while he flashes around enough money to draw curiosity, he collects information. Shen Yuan wasn't the only person who started paying more attention to the kinds of rumors surrounding the two of them after their confrontation with the young cultivator a couple centuries ago. And in fact, Luo Binghe has been spending many, many years trying to find out more about his mystery man. Though, too many potential deities and immortals fit his description for him to have ever conclusively figured much out.

This is how Binghe gets wind of a rumor that an eccentric occultist has somehow captured a god in his basement...

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Dissertation on Fanfiction Bookbinding — Looking for participants! [EDIT: Thank you so much, participants found!!!]

[Edit continued: I'm still sorting through emails and setting up meetings, will reply to everyone very soon, I can't even begin to thank everyone enough for the visibility that's been given to this 💜 I'll keep the updates coming as I work on the dissertation (and learn how to bookbind), in case anyone would like to follow along. For any questions about the research or comments/suggestions/resources about ficbinding, my asks are wide open. Thank you thank you thank you!!!]

Hi! My name is Marie Chevrier, I’m currently doing my postgraduate dissertation on fanfiction bookbinding, and I’m looking for people to talk to about it!

If you’ve ever taken a fanfic from somewhere online and turned it into a physical copy, either for yourself or as a gift, I’d love to know more. From printer paper stapled together to typesetting and painted edges, nothing is too simple or too complex — I’m interested in the whole process, what motivates readers or authors to bring the story to a different format, and how it’s one more way to interact with stories actively and creatively. This will be the final project of my MLitt in Folklore and Ethnology with the Elphinstone Institute (University of Aberdeen, Scotland).

What to Expect

To participate, you must be 18 or older and speak English. I’ll give you more details and answer any questions you might have via email, and will then set up individual video calls with participants (if you happen to be in North-East Scotland, we could also meet at an agreed public location). I’ll tell you more about the dissertation and explain how what you share will be used, which depends entirely on what you agree to, including if you would prefer your contribution to be credited or anonymised. I will ask you about your experience with fanfiction bookbinding and if you have some examples to show me, I would love to see them! Meetings will last approximately 45–90 minutes and take place in June 2024. You have the right to withdraw your participation at any time.

Contact Information

If you’d like to participate or have any questions, please send me an email at m.chevrier.23@abdn.ac.uk

To know more about the Elphinstone Institute, please visit https://www.abdn.ac.uk/elphinstone/

To know more about me, here's an intro post for you.

If for any reason you don’t wish to participate but still have comments/suggestions/resources/musings you’d like to send my way, please do!

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R U ONLINE? — hyung line smau ( 3k special )

ON HOLD

PAIRING hyung line x fmr

HOW TO PLAY an interactive smau in which you as the reader decide the next step through a poll system. some updates may have a poll, some not depending on the progression. each poll will be linked in the chapter update so trust your intuition and have fun!

SYNOPSIS seems like there’s a small problem between the four best friends when they each find themselves crushing on the same girl. now it’s left up to you to decide who’s your endgame.

GENRE smau, more to be added

FEATURING ( enha ) all

WARNING swearing, kys/ kms/suicide jokes, friendly bullying, dirty/sex jokes ( more will be added if necessary)

STATUS on hold

TAGLIST ( OPEN ) send ask or comment to be added

S. NOTE tysmm for 3kk </33 wanted to do something special so decided on this lil fun games where i let my readers decide the course of this smau so hopefully it ends well and doesn’t get too angsty LMAOO

also please don't spam like as it shadowbans me and lessens engagement <3

PROFILES

DA boyz | DA girlz | DA privz

CHAPTERS

01 hundred hail marys STAT

02 the TRUE tortured artist

03 unbe-knownst

04 CHEEKY SLAG

05 perchance

06 youaremom

07 WARRR I DO

08 me at the aoa store

09 hoe out!

10 ominous as usual. Keep it up

11 jay stuns in new selfie

12 chop suiii

13 hahah what one direction said

14 ah gomen oomf chan

... more to be added

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