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[piri-ooch]

From my fic ‘The Devil’s Gift.’ My OC 🍎📻 baby Damien in his red raincoat and yellow rain boots seen in the most recent chapter. And then I drew an extra one with him in his normal coloring and Charlie because they’re so cute together ❤️

[sunwarmed-ash]

Whump April: Day 2

Brave face-|-Branding-|-Self-sacrifice-|- “Pick on someone your own size”

Act my age? what does that mean anyway?

Billy doesnt mean to stare. Really. He was just on his way back to his bedroom but Susan is helping Max with her hair in their shared bathroom which is on the way. 

He doesn't mean to stare. And Max’s immediate whip and glare towards him tells him he’s not welcome to anyway. This is a private, formative moment for her, getting ready for her first dance, and Billy and his shithead attitude will not be allowed to ruin it. 

They haven't spoken, since that night. Not really. Not outside of compulsory answers when Neil demands that Billy speak. 

These days his father walked around their home from that point forward with an undeserved sense of accomplishment, believing he was the one who finally put Billy’s smart mouth in its place. But it wasn’t him. It was Max. She knew it, Billy knew it, and even worse all her little dipshit friends knew it. Billy’s never felt so humiliated in his life. 

Again, he doesn’t mean to stare. It’s just so weird, living in a space where such dichotomous child-raising styles exist. When was the last time he felt the gentle guiding hand of a parent? Probably not since he was younger than Max. 

He knows he’ll be on the hook for driving her tonight, even if both Susan and Neil are home.  Freedom on weekend nights was not a teenage luxury that ever extended to him. 

---

”HELLO! BILLY!” Max shouts again and Billy grits his teeth so hard he can hear them click under the strain. 

“What?” 

“When do I need to be back?” she asks again, but Billy doesn’t respond. He’s too busy looking out the dash at the out of place car across the street. 

“I don’t know, what did your mom say?”

“Whenever it's over,” she says.

“Well then that's your answer,” Billy says too preoccupied to check if its a lie or not. He’s been good at avoiding Harrington at all costs since that night, but here he is, parked right across from them, talking up the curly-haired kid.

“What, you aren’t going to threaten me with walking in the snow if I’m late,” Max sasses.

Billy scoffs but doesn't humor her with an answer. 

Max finally keys into what, or more who, he’s looking at before shooting him her own hateful glare. He can feel it burning on his skin.

“Don't even think about it,” Max threatens, interpreting his interest in Steve revenge motivated. Billy’s frown deepens. 

“Fuck off.”

“I warned you,” she reminds him, but he cuts her off with a shout of,

“GET THE FUCK OUT,” before turning his music knob all the way up so he doesnt have to listen to this anymore. 

---

Billy’s been sitting in his running car smoking and spying on Steve from his spot for the past ten minutes. The time to leave if he wasn’t planning on waiting out the dance for Max has passed and now he just looks like a weirdo. Hanging around a middle school in the dark. 

But he doesn’t want to go home. Even sitting in his car freezing his ass off despite the cars working heater is better than being anywhere near Neil tonight. Or really any night. Unemployment hasn't been treating him well and Billy’s tired of being on the other end of his anger. 

Billy's eyes find Steve’s car again. He’s surprised he’s still here, surely he’s got better things to do on a Saturday night, but it looks like he’s staying. Not only staying, but getting out of his car walking over to Billy’s car, staying. 

Billy wishes now he had kept the window closed. The car would have stunk and Max would have bitched the whole drive home but that still would have been better than navigating the impending panic attack looking at Harrington is causing. 

“Uh, hey,” the man says shyly, pushing his hand through his long hair. It's so naturally Steve Harrington and so unnaturally not them it sets Billy on edge. 

“Sup.”

“Sorry, um, can I uh, bum one of those?”

Billy’s opens his mouth to tell him to fuck off but his tongue stops working. He holds out the pack instead, lucky as fuck his hand isnt shaking.  

Steve smiles and Billy forgets how to breathe. 

“Mind if I get in the car,” Steve asks, “It's uh, kinda cold.”

Billy’s tongue is numb. So he just nods. 

Steve gets in the car and immediately warms his hands against the heater.  

“Did you drop off Max?”

“We don’t need to talk,” Billy says, passing the lighter. “We can just smoke.” 

“Thank god,” Steve chuckles, lighting up the cigarette. “I’ve never been very good at it.”

Steve takes a drag before rolling down his own window a little, blowing his smoke out of it. 

Billy either. And if he starts talking who fucking knows what will come out…

5 minutes pass in silence, and then Steve looks at Billy like he cant decide if he wants to ask for another or leave. 

“Need something Pretty Boy,” Billy is aiming for flirty, casual, normal. But months of lack of use and the number of cigarettes hes smoked tonight harshes his vocal chords and it comes out sounding irritated.

Whatever Steve was going to say changes in the next moment. Billy bites hard into his tongue. 

“Nothing, uh, thanks, for the cigarette.”

Billy can’t pretend it doesn't hurt. Even if nothing was offered, Billy knows what rejection looks like. He can't say he disagrees with Steve’s choice. So when he turns to leave, Billy doesn’t stop him. 

---

Evidently ‘until it's over’ was not the time agreed upon by Neil and he made that known the second the two teens walked into the house. 

The strike catches them both off guard. Billy more than anything, because for the first time in the history of ever, he’s not the one being hit. 

Something changes in Billy then. A protective fierceness he couldn't even arise for himself awakens. And then before he knows it, his hands are on Neil, grabbing his jacket and yanking him further into the house, but most importantly away from Max. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing boy,” Neil spits but Billy can’t hear anything over the pounding in his ears. 

“Why don’t you fucking pick on someone your own size,” Billy growls, reeling his fist back and letting it snap-punch into Neil’s face. 

Blood runs down his fathers nose and into his mustache, stains his teeth that are now twisted into a smile. Almost like Neil has been waiting for this moment, the moment Billy’s anger finally awakened and he became the monster he was always destined to be being Neil’s bloodline. 

A moment's hesitation as Billy reconciles with that fact is all the window Neil needs to gain the upper hand. Two hits and Billy’s on the ground. There's no sign of Max or Susan, which is good, ya know, for them. Bad for Billy, because the neighbors are accustomed to the blowouts between the two Hargrove men. No one will bother calling the sheriff. Not when it almost always ends with Billy yielding in a matter of seconds. 

But not tonight. Billy doesn’t think he will survive the night if he yields now. 

---

School the next day sucked. Billy could barely muster enough energy to put on his clothes this morning let alone shower and get him and Max to school on time.

They didn't speak the entire car ride. What would they even say to eachother? The only thing the two step siblings had in common were the bruises on their faces. 

---

Billy’s on his way to skip third period when someone catches his arm in the hallway. 

“Hey,” Steve says, smiling at him in a way that only filled Billy with confusion.

“Um, hey?” he asks, because Steve Harrington cannot be talking to him, at school, can he? 

“I have something for you.”

Billy didn't think he could be more surprised than he was a minute ago, but here he was, mouth agape like a blobfish as Steve fishes into his pockets. 

“I dont need-” Billy tries to insist before Steve pushes a brand new pack of Marlboro Reds into his hands. 

Billy blinks at the plastic wrapped box in confusion.  

“You only smoked one.”

“I know,” Steve chuckles, “but you didn't have to share. Coulda told me to fuck off.”

“Kinda wishing I had now,” Billy mutters.

“Oh come on,” Steve laughs, so light and carefree it makes Billy’s gut burn with hateful jealously. “just say thank you and you can go back to being a dick to me.”

It isn’t until Billy looks up to thank Steve does he reailze the gravity of his mistake. Because Steve can now see his face. Damaged, scabbed, rubbed raw in a very predictable kind of way. 

Steve’s smile drops and suddenly It feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room. 

Billy drops his chin and shoves the cigarettes into his hoodie, intent to cut and bolt, only to be caught by Steve’s hand once more.

“Whoa, hang on, look at me.” 

Billy tries to pull away but Steve’s holding him firm. His nervous system begs him to go limp, yield to avoid more pain. His pride tells him they have already interacted for the maximum allowable time. Any more and Steve is going to see more than Billy ever wanted him to. 

“I-I gotta go.”

“Who did that to you?”

“None of your fucking business!”

“Billy, you’re-”

“I fucking know what I look like,” Billy snaps before shoving Steve hard. “I didn't ask for a fucking savior!”

Billy leaves Steve flabbergasted in the hallway, intent on smoking the entire new pack in his car with the windows rolled up. 

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[the-little-bat-shit]

Just going to breadcrumb a snippet from the upcoming chapter update to my JaySlade fic...

"Jason, the aforementioned six-foot-tall wall of muscle. Jason, the vigilante turned rouge who only needed 2 hours to put 8 heads in a duffle. Jason, who once clawed his way out of his own grave and has the autopsy scar to prove it. Jason, who stole the tires off the fucking Batmobile, that Jason is crawling into Slade’s lap on a ratty couch in Gotham City wearing nothing but a lacy red thong and asking for a spanking. Slade has to wonder what good deed he must have performed in a past life to deserve this because he knows he can’t possibly have done enough good in this one to amass even an iota of the karma necessary to be the one Jason fucking Todd calls Daddy."

[theoverthinkingpumpkin]

😋; Im writin’ a little one shot for funnies… And I’m hoping that posting a little bit on Tumblr will give me the courage to finish it…

My only other one shot was a spur of the moment, this one is… not 😅

Haha… Does anyone have any writing tips?

[quillbard]

Faith No More update! See how Buffy’s managing in a world without Faith

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65467042/chapters/171736552

[gallabitch73]

Galladrabbles: He’s Just a Boy by Emily White

Thank you @gallafics for this beautiful prompt! 🥰

Long live @galladrabbles !!! 💜

***************************

People look at Mick, and don’t get it. They see some thug from the South Side who’s been a pimp, a drug dealer, a gun runner. They see a high school dropout, a juvenile delinquent. A thief, a chauvinist, a lowlife.

I see the person who loves me and accepts me just as I am. I see the person who was there for me when I needed him, even when he was scared, even as he tried to push me away or pretend that he didn’t care for me.

Maybe nothing special to anyone else, but to me he’s everything.

*Excerpt from ⬇️

[sweeteatercat]

D:BH Rare Pair Week

Okay guys! I finally managed to finish my first story for the @dbhrarepairs week (10 June - 16 June). Phew, I'm glad. So you can be excited about Tina/North!

@hothotpot 🫶🏻

@p3ski next I try Luther/Kara 🩵

[notsunnyowo]

Your Name

Katsuki Bakugou x Female Reader (part 5)

(Part 4)

"Keep quiet." Bakugou spoke in a hushed tone. The boy's body was pressed against (Y/n)'s own. He used one hand to prop himself against the wall and the other was pressed against the girl's lips.

"Can't let those bastards hear us."

Alright, I know what you're probably thinking..

(Y/n)!

What the hell happened! Why the heck is Bakugou freakin' Katsuki - your potential mortal enemy - keeping you caged in like that?!

Listen, I know this looks bad but I promise, it's not what it looks like!

I swear-

If you just hear me out I'll explain everything!

.

.

.

Gonna listen?

Awesome!

It all started right after the fight with Kaminari and Kirishima. . .

***

After the hiccup with their first opponents, (L/n) decided not to allow such a slip up happen again. She was going to give it her all and win this thing! Nothing else would do!

Looking at her irritated teammate, she let out an inaudible sigh. If Bakugou was actually her mortal enemy than he sure as hell seemed like a tough one. 

He had easily been able to stand his ground and avoid the incoming attacks of not one, but two students!

Whereas she couldn't even manage to block one simple attack..

How was she even supposed to go against someone like him? He seemed like an unstoppable force not to be reckoned with!

"For all we know there's a good chance that boy's your soulmate?"

The words of her mother echoed in the back of her head.

Her eyes scanned the walking boy, lingering a little longer on his toned figure while the girl assessed his chiseled features. I mean sure he's attractive and all but..

"The fuck you staring at Yowamushi."

He's got the personality of a toad. 

With a frown on her face, (Y/n) closed her eyes before giving a vexed response. "First of all. You can't tell me what I can and can't look at. ~ And secondly. Will you quit calling me that?"

She asked, before quickly continuing. Not allowing the young man to respond. Not that he was going to. "I don't know about you, but I for one don't thinks of myself as a coward. ~ I mean- What even made you come to that conclusion in the first place!"

Katsuki's eyes narrowed, twisting his flawless features into an irritated scowl. The boy was glaring daggers at his teammate who was still talking about how she 'Doesn't like that nickname'. God, this girl was annoying!

And who did she even think she was? Talking to him like that! Didn't that idiot know any better than to mess with someone like him? He's going to be the greatest hero once he graduates! She should at least show some respect! Not just anyone gets to meet the future number one, let alone be their mortal enemy!

Speaking of which..

She sure didn't seem like a worthy opponent right about now. The blonde's eyes lazily scanned the girl's features. Doesn't look weak, but it only took one attack to bring her down.

"I don't go around giving out random-ass names to everyone I meet." He began, quickly managing to capture (Y/n)'s attention. "S'a much easier way to remember someone by their qualities." He stopped in his tracks, causing the girl to come to a halt as well. "And as for your question- I'll quit callin' you that when I feel like it."

(Y/n)'s face-palmed at his blunt statement. She opened her mouth to speak back to him, but decided against it. This would only leave her more annoyed with him than she already was. "Whatever.." The girl sighed before resuming her pace.

"Let's just get this over with.."

***

"Team Hagakure and Ashido, eliminated!" Present Mic's loud voice sounded trough the speakers.

"You two okay?" (Y/n) asked as she looked at the two captured girls and searched for their rope.

"My ears are still ringing from the explosion." Toru whined, the two girls had tried to do a sneak attack on Bakugou and (L/n) but it ended up backfiring horribly when Toru stepped on something sharp on the ground and her squeal alerted the raging blonde who in tern shot an explosion straight at her.

With her teammate immobilized, Mina stood no chance against the duo and the two girls were quickly captured and eliminated. 

(Y/n) gave her invisible classmate an apologetic smile as she took the handcuffs in her hand. "Sorry about that.."

"Don't sweat it girl! It's all good!" Mina chimed in, despite her bruised up state she still maintained a cheerful smile which made (Y/n) sigh in relief.

Standing up, the (h/c) haired girl bid her goodbye's to her classmates and walked over to her teammate.

"I got their handcuffs. We can go no-" (Y/n)'s eyes widened as her sentence was cut short by Bakugou's hand pressing against her lips.

What the hell's going on?!

"Keep quiet." Katsuki's low tone filled her ears, the boy had one hand pinning her against the wall while he used the other to cover her mouth shut.

The poor girl could feel her heart going a hundred miles per hour. It almost felt like it was going to jump out of her chest at any given moment.

"Can't let those bastards hear us."

What? Who? Was someone there? (Y/n) opened her eyes in hopes of clearing the situation up, however as she did, she came face to face with the blonde's sharp jawline. Sweet mother of cheese- A rosy blush slowly crept up her neck and slowly tinted her face with its pastel color.

Her eyes locked onto the boy's figure as she assessed his features. Now that she took a closer look at him, she could see that Katsuki wasn't even looking in her direction. His eyes were locked onto something behind the wall. 

"Deku.." She heard him utter under his breath with a villainous tone in his voice. His eyes turned back to the girl he held captive in his grip. "Follow my lead extra."

Without saying another word, nor giving the girl any more explanation as to what he was planning on doing the ashen blonde boy rushed to attack his opponents.

"Hey, wait up!-" (Y/n) called out but to no avail as she watched the boy take charge and attack the two students. Not wasting any more time than she already might have done (L/n) rushed in to help her teammate in taking down their opponents.

"DIE YOU EXTRAS!!!"

"K-Kacchan!?" Izuku yelped at the sight of his raging classmate coming at him at full speed. Thankfully though the, boy managed to barely avoid the oncoming attack by jumping out of the way.

"Dark Shadow!" The voice of Midorya's teammate, Tokoyami echoed trough the air as the boy activated his quirk, releasing the large shadow-like creature from his body. In a split second the dark entity, named Dark Shadow quickly went in for a counterattack on the raging boy, giving Deku enough time get to a safer distance and begin hatching a plan.

Just as young Midorya was about to beginning planning he suddenly remembered a crucial detail. "Where's (L/n)?-" The boy's sentence was cut short by the air getting knocked out of his lungs by a strong force.

"Right here." (Y/n) spoke as she approached the boy. Loud explosions and crashing noises could be heard coming from around them. From the sound of it, it appeared that Fumikage and Katsuki were going all out, leaving the two of them to fight one another.

The greenette seemed to have a slightly uneasy look on on his face, matched by the one on (L/n)'s own. 

This was the first time the two had been put up one against the other. However neither knew what to expect from the other.

Well.. Not exactly..

During the precious training session, young (L/n) watched her classmate defeat his opponents without much use of his quirk. 

Her eyes narrowed at him as she used her quirk to attack, forcing the young man to move.

Can't let him get any time to think of a plan. I've gotta attack and take him down before he has any time to hatch another one of his plans! I can't let him beat me!

I won't!

From what she had seen him do, (Y/n) had concluded that Midorya was proficient at planning ahead. After all the boy was always writing in those journals of his.. Wonder what they were all about.. Perhaps they helped him keep all of his potential plans in check. So that if the need arises he'd know where to turn to.

However thought, while his planning skills might be the boy's strong suit, it appeared that he had little control of his quirk. Or so it seemed. She found it rather strange honestly. The way his body reacted to the usage of his quirk. It was almost as if his body wasn't meant to handle it..

And that was exactly what she was hoping to use to her advantage right now. If she got him to use his quirk, then that would deal significant damage to his body. And once he was all bruised up she could simply tie him up and get to helping her angry teammate.

There was just one problem though.. His quirk was stupidly powerful, which in turn made young Midorya a formidable opponent. Meaning if she wasn't carefully she could risk loosing to him and getting herself captured instead.

It's risky but I don't really have another option do I? I've just gotta be as quick and proficient as possible. I'll show that stupid hothead who's a coward!

Izuku did his best to avoid the oncoming attacks of his opponent. The boy locked her eyes onto the girl for a moment as he finally took in her features. This was his first time having to go up against her, however that didn't mean that the emerald eyed boy didn't know what to expect from his opponent. Just like (L/n), he had observed her during the previous training exercise and taken a few notes on the girl's quirk.

I've gotta be smart about this.. The boy thought as he began ran around the corner of a nearby building in a desperate attempt to shake his opponent off his tail. Breathing heavily, the boy propped himself against the wall trying his best to catch his breath for the time being. 

"Smash!"

His attempts unfortunately proved to be futile as he almost got stabbed by a (Y/n)'s water spear. To avoid the collision the boy had activated his quirk and deflected the attack at the cost of his middle finger.

Not giving him any time to dodge (L/n) began attacking relentlessly, slowly but surely backing her opponent to a corner. "Give up Midorya!" She called out as she continued attacking while dodging his counterattacks to the best of her abilities.

Looking from left to right the boy then glanced back at the his opponent. She didn't seem to be bruised much, apart from the dust and dirt on her face she was mostly unscaved from this fight. If you could even call it that. C'mon Izuku..! You can't surrender! That's not what a hero would do! 

But if I keep this up I'll risk using up all my fingers and then what?

Come on Deku.. Think!-

BOOM!

"Bakugou?!" (Y/n)'s voice came out in a confused yelp. Where did he come from? Wasn't he busy fighting Tokoyami? Had he beat him already?

"Tch. You still, haven't captured that useless nerd.." The boy said in a menacing tone as he glared at his target. "You really can't do anything on your own, can you?" A frightening smirk tugged his lips, curling them into a nasty grin. Explosions ignited in his palms as his crimson eyes were focused on his target. 

"You might've won last time.. But don't think I'll let it happen ever again, gout it?!" He yelled out as his palm began glowing with immense brightness. "Now die!!" With that Katsuki charged full speed at his opponent, Midorya, too didn't stand still either as he powered up his quirk and gave it all he had.

I have to make sure they're knocked out otherwise I'm screwed!

A large pile of smoke and debris shot up into the air, making it virtually impossible to see.

As the smoke slowly cleared down and a clear view of the aftermath was available. One could see what had happened. Both Midorya and Bakugou were knocked out from their collision. The two boys had a large tentacle made out of water wrapped around their limb bodies as (L/n) carried them outside.

The girl had caught the two and pulled them to safety right as the building they were in was beginning to collapse from the shock wave of their attacks.

Once outside the girl was met with the sight of a handcuffed Fumikage. Her eyes widened as she realised what her teammate had done all on his own. Laying both boys on the ground, she handcuffed the unconscious Izuku to his teammate and asked. "Did Bakugou really capture you that fast?" Her eyes met with the boy's own.

He let out a defeated sigh before shamefully nodding, thereby confirming the girl's suspicions. "I'm affraid so." He began. "I don't know how but he was able to figure out my weakness in a matter of minutes." He spoke, his eyes trailing off to the one who'd beaten him so effortlessly. "He really is something else."

"Team Midorya and Tokoyami - ELIMINATED!" Mic's voice sounded trough the speakers. "Team (L/n) and Bakugou are the last team standing! The training exercise is officially over!"  

[wordynerdygurl]

Someone to Watch Over Me

Part 6:  “This Lost Lamb”

It’s love at first sound, pitch perfect and fated, everything in harmony. If only life were a love song.

Corroded Coffin is doing well, there's nothing but opportunities on the horizon- for Eddie. Is Amanda still a part of his future or is this where their fated romance ends?

Author's Note: Part 6 is posted on AO3! Happy Reading!!

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[piri-ooch]

Update on my soulmate fic!

As you all know, we finally jumped over the hurdle of emotional wreckage (what a long ride that was) and got the appleradio first kiss!

I’m sure a lot of you guys probably guessed, but for the next chapter, I really wanted to, AT LONG LAST, put that ‘explicit’ tag to good use. It’s been a long time coming.

And if you didn’t guess, surprise! Hopefully a good one.

Now, why I decided to update: this is gonna be a long…longgg scene. Whoops. I’ve never written explicit stuff prior to my two fics that are, surprise surprise, both tagged explicit, so I can’t really control myself! More emotions kept getting in the way, you know how it is. I kept writing and got to 7 pages, but none of its explicit yet, and I’m nowhere near done for this bag of goodies. Basically all just foreplay, if you wanna call it that (but it’s really not lol). And emotions.

Yay.

At the rate I’m going, it probably won’t be much longer before I finish what I wanted to. Latest, the end of this week? Finals and all that. Finally I’ll have some free time. But it’s already been so long since I updated and I was being indecisive.

So. We all know what I’m going to do.

I feel like I kind of know what the answer will be…but nevertheless! Of course I’m not putting off writing the chapter by making this poll…of course not…

[sunwarmed-ash]

a prompt: Billy accidentally finds his mom's favorite record (it somehow ended up between Metallica and Megadeth) and takes a bittersweet ride down memory lane.

AN: Dreams just came on shuffle, perfect timing

It shouldn't be here. 

He avoided the ‘F’ and ‘R’ all together to avoid this problem! Speedwalked right past them and landed in the safety net of the M section of the record store. But here the forbidden album is anyway, smack in the middle between Metallica and Megadeth. 

He hasn’t listened to Rumours since his mom was still around. It was her favorite. So much so that after she bailed Neil made a household rule to ban the entire band from playing in their home. The rule held up even after Neil remarried Susan. 

Just holding the album is making Billy edgy. Like at any moment Neil would pop out of the corners of the shop and hit him across the back of the head for just looking at it.  

A simple reshelving error. Or some asshole who couldn't be bothered to out their record back in the right place. That's the current cause of his panic attack in the middle of the store he spent an hour primping for so he could hit on the shop owner. 

And now he’s shaking so hard he nearly drops the damn album. 

“Billy?”

The voice from behind him has him ripped from his internal monoluge of regrets and nearly jumping out of his skin. 

“Shit!”

“Oh fuck, sorry-” Munson apologizes, jumping back and holding his hands up. “Sorry- I, I called your name a couple of times, I thought you heard me.”

“What do you want?”

“Well, I was just planning on saying hi,” the metalhead admits sheepishly. “But now, Im curious if you're okay.”

Billy scoffs. 

“Why wouldnt I be?”

“Well for one you're pale, and two you're sweating, like alot, in winter.”

Billy growls and wipes the sweat from his brow and turns his back to Munson, throwing the album back in the bin where he found it. He’s out of here. 

“Hey wait,” Eddie begs, catching Billy’s arm before he can move very far. 

Billy yanks his arm away, uninterested in having any more witnesses to his shame. The longer he stays here the more there will be.

[viz1goth]

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[myheartbelongstogilbertblythe]

Hey everyone! New to Tumblr here. Like I've had this blog for like a week, but I decided today is the day I want to make a pinned post. I write fanfic and occasionally I draw. Probably won't post any art on here... but we'll see! I love listening to music and making playlists. I write mostly angst, fluff, and/ or crack stuff, and when I write fanfic, I like to take a sledgehammer to canon and reassemble the pieces. I write original fic too, and I definitely have trouble balancing the two sometimes (heck i have trouble balancing my fanfic projects alone) but I really like reading/writing fanfic and being part of the fandoms/ community, so I'm still here. :) Plus, sometimes ideas take hold of me and don't let go.

About Me:

-Rowan_Wood72 over on a03 (you can call me Rowan--> it's my pen name over there and on here)

-she/her

-loves lockwood and co, artemis fowl, hunger games, spider-man, percy jackson, and the flash

-INFJ

-likes collecting little rocks and carrying them around in pockets

-loves flannel, converse, and jeans

-so many WIPs. Like, it's not funny. I do love all of them though and I do want to finish them at some point. It might take a while, though.

-I like camping and travelling. I especially love forests. Forests are my happy place (or one of them anyway)

Current WIPs (some are posted some are not yet)

of wizards and ghosts (lockwood & co. / HP crossover)

Lucy and Lockwood find a destroyed horcrux and are accidentally transported into the wizarding world.

Lockwood and Co. and the Curse of Tom Riddle's Soul (another harry potter crossover but longer this time!)

Lockwood and Co. get a letter from Filch asking them to exorcise Peeves, except Dumbledore finds out first and tasks them with helping him find/ destroy horcruxes instead. (Basically taking ideas from of wizards and ghosts and exploring them on a much bigger/ slightly different scale)

a band AU lockwood and co fic (name TBD)

Lockwood's and Kipps' bands have to team up after both of them lose members. Then Lucy joins the band.

Draco Malfoy and the Curse of the Meddling Trio (crack taken seriously)

After Harry eavesdrops on Snape and Dumbledore, the golden trio kidnaps Malfoy to stop him from killing Dumbledore (because none of the adults are actually DOING something about this situation!).

The Box (crack taken WAY seriously to the point where idk if it's even crack anymore)

Harry accidentally brings Snape back from the dead after the Battle of Hogwarts and spends the rest of the story justifying it/ trying to figure out why the heck the fates picked Snape of all ppl.

Note: so basically all of these are crack with fluff and angst is the message here

[quillbard]

Chapter 3 of Faith No More is up

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65467042/chapters/169795945

[gallabitch73]

Galladrabbles: Sworn Enemy(mies)

Ian had no idea just what Mickey’s problem was. He was always shoving him or talking down to him…or looking at him. Ian found that Mickey looked at him a lot . He was sure that Mandy had straightened everything out with her brothers or he wouldn’t be allowed to live, let alone to come to the house. So why was Mickey still giving him such a hard time? And why, oh why, did Ian want so badly to give Mickey a hard time? With his…What the f*ck?! Ian glanced over at piercing blue eyes. Were they still sworn enemies?

You guessed it. From Starving on A03, Chapter 1. Take off that sweater, Mick. You’re melting yourself AND Ian. 😘🥰😍

Thanks to @galladrabbles and @sickness-health-all-that-shit for this week's awesome prompt!

[aryathesuper]

It's been five years since I've been on this hellsite and I only returned for fic recs