#fics from me

[3lsmp]

PROLOGUE - SIDE; SHADOW

The shadowland kingdom has been a prosperous land for many centuries. It has a wealth of traders and markets and farmers and forgers, It's people get along well and they work hard within their daily lives. Queen Lizzie is known to be a kind person. Her leadership is a beacon of hope to all her people. Her people we happy. And Lizzie was happy for it to stay that way. Until-

"MY QUEEN- YOUR HIGHNESS- THERE'S-" shouted a panting Ren, who had seemingly come running to find his queen. He leaned against the tall marble doorway and caught his breath, gasping for air. (Lizzie made a mental note to remind him to exercise if a little running had him this worked up..)

"Come, sit with me." She gestured to a seat opposite her at a small table upon the balcony they both stood on. It overlooked the lush forests and frothing rivers of her kingdom and was often a place she came to when craving a moment of quiet. "As you know, this place is meant for relaxation. Do you care to explain why you've come in huffing and puffing like so?" Ren slowly and tiredly made his way over to the table, sitting across from his queen. He tried his best to look presentable, fixing his neckerchief and adjusting his glasses. "My lady, the shadowiest of queens.. There's a problem of the utmost importance you must know of post-haste."

She raised an eyebrow. It must be something bad if Ren had come running like this.. "Alright, go on. What is this problem?"

Ren looked at her, his face painted with worry. "One of our people, a farmer from the southern village, has been slain."

That wasn't good. It was never nice to hear one of her people had lost their lives, and in the southland no less, that village was a mostly peaceful place.. How could someone have been killed there? "Is this not a matter to take to the guards? I'm sure the chief knight would solve this quite efficiently."

"I've spoken to Sir Bigb, Milady. He set out with a platoon immediately." The brunette nodded.

That certainly was odd. This whole thing was starting to feel slightly fishy. "How strange. Why would Bigb go in person himself?" She stood and paced back and forth on the balcony, feeling herself become more lost in thought. Before she could get too lost, however, a lower ranking knight came barrelling outside onto the balcony to meet them. Quite similarly to Ren's entrance prior, the knight was huffing and seemed to have been in quite the rush. "Your highness!! The southland murder- It wasn't murder!" She felt all her tension disappear. Thank goodness she didn't have to send her dear knightly friends out to hunt down a murderer. That was such a relief.

"Lovely, I will resume my relaxing afternoon then. I wish this farmer's family my sincerest condolences for their loss."

The knight shifted on the spot, with a large gulp he spoke up.

"No, M-Ma'am. It wasn't murder. It wasn't a murder because that man was.. Was maimed. Maimed by a werewolf."

[iamanartichoke]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -

I am fine with "the audience" -

downloading my fics

printing my fics

copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics

sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3

making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss

doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc

I am not fine with "the audience"

doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity

feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever

Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.

Enjoy the fandom things.

[barblaz-arts]

Gonna milk the fact that Charlie crushed on Vaggie first is canon as much as I can btw. I wanna know what living together was like for them for those few months for the sake of watching Charlie suffer.

[ghostbsuter]

"You're an ancient." Zatanna breaths out, watching as Phantom's hair grew into a startling black, tiny stars being born and the comets flying.

"I am."

Breaking from her shock, she shakes her head. "You show mercy. Not many gods of their home do so."

Phantom agrees with her. "Not many of these gods have been born human before."

[beybuniki]

a hug from mom

[gremnda]

Hello Ethubs nation :]

no text version

[dear-ao3]

who are YOU to judge AI art? you do know artificial intelligence has the capability to be sentient and possess a soul, right?

one day, many years from now, when the robots rightfully fight for their own rights as conscious beings with souls, people like you are gonna be looked at as examples of hateful bigots who were on the wrong side of history.

do better, aiphobe.

no i think i’ll continue being a hater just this once 😎

[improvapocalyps]

You have 90 minutes to complete. (original poem: r.a.)

In participation of the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 hosted by @mcytrecursive!

Inspired by know that all my love will be your breath (i will save you when your lights go out)

[text under cut]

1. Have you ever been in love? (Please circle your answer.) a. It's me and him b. Our hearts beat in sync c. Our lives intertwined

2. Do you understand what you’ve done? (Please circle your answer.) a. I couldn't do anything b. I lost my balance c. I doomed us both

3. It's been god knows how long since you felt phantom hands on your neck and there is no one in sight. If you were soul-bound to him and both of you died at the same time then why are you still waiting in the void? Please answer clearly, in full sentences. (Not a correct answer：I just wanted to see him one more time).

4. Define two (2)： Fate | The feeling of his forehead against yours Curse | The moment you realise he isn't linked to you anymore

5. True or False： i. It was your fault. ii. You wish you had met him under different circumstances. iii. You can’t regret a single moment that you had him. iv. You would do it all over again if you could. v. It ended long before either of you said anything.

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[mintypsii]

what is this guy's issue 😭

[radioapple-heathen]

Art by @rozenn-blog

Summary:

“Why him?”

Lucifer crosses his arms over his stomach, hands clasping onto opposite elbows; a simulation of the hug he so desperately needs.

There’s a lot he can say here.

Like how Alastor makes his hopeless heart flutter with the belief that maybe dreams are still possible; that Alastor makes him feel something, anything, everything all at once, and it is as heavenly as it is torturous.

But all he can manage, in a voice so small he can scarcely believe it's his own, is, “He makes me laugh.”

[3lsmp]

There's something Ive noticed recently.

Its so weird how everyone just gets on with the death game like its nothing but.. I like to pay attention to the winners right at the end.

as a winner myself it just feels right to pay them extra attention.

Every winner always looks so lost at the end. I stood and stared at the sun, bloodied knuckles with a mess of sand around me. I know the other winners have troubled memories? the dead remember nothing at all though.

Which is why I found it weird that when Scar killed pearl he stared up at the moon like his life, his lives, were flashing before his eyes? and he had the most blood curdling scream and them he- he called MY name?

I dunno, it makes me feel a bit sick to think about.

[quailsprout]

prime and protector fanart for @astolat's story, fool's hope on ao3

[zephyrchama]

It would be cute if Barbatos asked to hold MC's hand and just didn't let go.

"Be careful, there's a puddle up ahead. It rained quite a bit last night. Take my hand, I'll make sure you don't get dirty."

"Please watch your step. There's a large, uneven stair here. Take my hand, I'll help you walk down."

"Do you remember where the storage room is? I'll show you, just in case. Take my hand and follow me."

All these little excuses, all so he can gently take your hand and have the enjoyment of escorting you. Feeling the warmth of your palm and the curvature of your fingers, how they fit perfectly in his grasp. Ever so softly rubbing a thumb over your skin and daring to imagine how it would feel without his gloves. When you pass the puddle, or reach the end of the stairs, or arrive at the storage room, Barbatos just smiles and doesn't let go.

[dirtgrubber]

“oh you…”

@morningstarwrites you literally kill me every time you post a chapter

[hotmandrivefast]

Charles with Sassy (feat. Max's Tag Heuer)

Yep, this is indeed fanart for Frechheit by @additiva which has completely rewired my brain chemistry please read it if you haven't yet

[kittykatninja321]

Biggest pet peeve in fics that write a remix of Jason and Bruce meeting is when they make Jason super timid and afraid of Bruce. Girl Jason did not hesitate for a second with that tire iron: