#give it a read

[artemisyates]

So, The Glass Scientists by Sage Cotugno is one of my absolute favourite Jekyll and Hyde stories and I would highly recommend it.

It has the same tone of lighthearted silliness mixed with genuine tragedy which I loved about the original novella

I gives Jekyll and Hyde both ample screentime so you get to see both of their perspectives, and get to know them both as people

It doesn't play the "Jekyll's pure good, Hyde's pure bad" card, which I appreciate

The character designs are great and Hyde's facial expressions are priceless!

It keeps in the queer narrative, which is a major part for many people reading the novella but I haven't seen other adaptations do it very well

It has a werewolf, and he's a very nice and sweet young man

And it's Webcomic, so it's free to read on the internet!

[turtsmcgurts]

Another present for another April baby, my good friend @blye-flower! I wanted to draw fanart for their fic which can be found here Give it a read! Just be aware that it is rated M~

[actual-changeling]

hello, do you have a past relationship that left you deeply fucked up and somehow you're incapable of letting it go? that made you question your sense of self, reality, every single memory you have ever made? that taught you how to love and hate in equal measures and tore you apart by making you feel both, always, side by side? that ended and it's good that it did but now there's a hollow longing inside your chest that will never be sated?

then you might be interested in the poetry collection "the dogs i have kissed" by trista mateer. it did not make me feel better but boy did it make me feel. have some of my favourite quotes to really sell it to you:

yeah.

[battybrownboodeactivated]

As We Go Along - Chapter 16

Summary: A familiar chase opens a door to the unknown.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44846776/chapters/128028739

[waxabazzie]

My Dramione WIP “Inside Your Mind”

This is my current wip and the first fic i’ve ever shared on AO3!

I’ve always been fascinated by Death Eater Hermione AUs, and this fic evolved from me just toying with the idea of what I think it would actually take for Hermione to become one.

The fic is canon divergent (obviously) and begins in sixth year when Hermione and her parents are taken captive by the Death Eaters in Malfoy Manor. Faced with the impossible choice between betraying her friends and saving the lives of the two people she loves most, she comes to realize she never really had a choice at all.

This is an E rated, slow burn, Dark!Hermione fic. Eventually we’ll get our HEA but not after some heavy angst. I’m really excited to explore Draco and Hermione’s character arcs and all the characters they’ll come into contact with throughout their journey.

For now my plan is to upload twice a week on Wednesdays and Saturdays :)

[karmathehalflander]

I hate my brain sometimes

Why can’t I hyper fixate on, like, the MCU or HP or something with a huge fandom. No! Instead my brains like “Yano these books/movies with little to no fandom? Yea that’s the stuff.”

Hello Gregor The Overlander and Michael Vey fandoms. How are you today? And an honorable mention to the nonexistent Dull Boy (book) fandom. I wish you existed.

I mean, obviously I draw for WOF but that’s just for art, i like dragons and designing, I don’t really care much for the story. And then BMC but I wouldn’t say the fandoms small just not quite the MCU or Harry Potter.

[the-patchwork-girl-of-oz]

I just saw the FNAF movie despite never having played the game and all I can think is

“Nick Chopper would relate to this”

[tv1xx]

CECIL DEBBIE SHIPPERS WAKE UP I JUST POSTED ANOTHER FIC,,,,,,,

Cecil visits Debbie the day after Christmas.

Give it a read!

[reinekefoxart]

Cover art for Gallifreya’s first book

Check it out here!

[avas-snazzical-corner]

Y'know what, I don't care if nobody gives a shit about my feelings, I just need to vent this out

So if you care about my pathetic love life, then continue reading. I have a lot I wanna get off my chest. But I know it'll probably be ignored, but go on if you wish to. I'm not using names because I don't want to cause problems of course, so if I'm referring to someone, then it's gonna be vague.

I don't know when it began, but I knew it was bad when I began to see you differently. I saw you in ways I didn't see others. I knew it wasn't right to feel the way I did about you, but I couldn't stop myself. I was scared when I realized it, and I still am because every time I see it, I'm reminded of my feelings for you.

I love you.

I know I'll never hear you say those words to me the way I desire. I know no matter how much you say you love me, it won't be the way I love you. I'm trying hard to accept that, because I'm scared of ruining what we have. I'm scared you'll think I'm gross and never want to associate with me ever again.

I'm scared you'll push me away, and be uncomfortable being around me if you knew how I felt.

I'm happy for you and your love, but the pain is great whenever I see you both, happy to be together when it could have maybe been me. I wish it had been me. I hurt when I see you two together, but I don't dare to show it or be jealous of it because I wanna be supportive, but in the end, it does nothing to undo the pain of wondering what could have been.

I want you to be happy. It's what I've always wanted for you despite the circumstances. My stupid feelings never got in the way of that. If you were happy, I was happy too.

I try to forget I ever loved you like that. I knew you wouldn't feel the same. I know for a fact you wouldn't. It hurts, and every time I see you with your beloved, the pain only deepens, and the memories get fresher. I feel pain when you say how much you love them, how you wanna be with them when the proper time comes.

I feel discarded, because that's how I feel about you.

It's poisonous thinking, self destructive even, to try and be what can't ever be, but it's difficult to resist when the pain is so grand.

I cry as I type, afraid of the day I finally speak up, and am told no. Not harshly, probably, but rejection always hurt no matter how easy you lay it on someone.

I'm not ready for that. I want to keep our bond strong, but I'm scared my unrequited love will get in the way of it.

I don't want to be discarded, yet I feel I am. I feel like I'm forgotten about most of the time, and my mind always jumps to conclusions and says "you're probably off with **** again, yeah, discard me would you?"

It makes me bitter and jealous that I'm with no one like that, someone a person would prioritize, but this part is fueled by petty jealousy and should be taken with a grain of salt or two.

So, in the end, I'll keep living this double life of sorts, if it means you and I are happy, and that my feelings don't get in the way. I don't wanna lose you. But if the truth comes out, I know I will, or you won't see me the same way as before.

If you've read this far, I appreciate it. It feels good to know someone actually cares enough to listen to me pouring my heart out.

So, to conclude it all, I love you.

I love you more than words can say.

I love you and wished you loved me too.

But I know you don't. You never will. Not like that.

But I love you. And I'll do it until there's nothing left of my already broken heart. I'll continue to give every shard to you until there's nothing left to give, knowing I won't get anything back.

I love you.

I always will.

No matter how much it hurts.

I love you.

[punkpinkpower]

Fun exerpt from my Finkeldorf fic below the cut.

“Prost,” Freddie says, before downing his whole glass of sherry. Klaus follows suit, tipping back the brandy and feeling it go down his throat and hit his empty stomach with heat.

When they put their glasses down on the table, Freddie raises a hand to his mouth like he’s savoring the drink, and then he reaches over for Klaus, and Klaus is more than happy to pull him close.

They kiss, and it turns hungry quickly. It had been so long since they’d been together, months and months of nothing but his own hand and wanting Freddie. It’s going to be like the first time if he isn’t careful, over in ten minutes and him left embarrassed.

He’d rather tonight not go that way, so he tries to control himself. He reaches for the back of Freddie’s dress, finds the hooks that fasten it, and starts working them. The first comes undone, and then the second, and before he knows it, Freddie is reaching up to pull the thin straps of his dress off his shoulders, letting it fall down to the floor around his feet.

Klaus has never had a proper look at him outside the back room of the club, and he finds himself absolutely entranced with Freddie’s pale, translucent skin and the way his thin body curves down into his broad hips. He reaches down for the space that hallows out between his groin and thigh, presses his thumb there, and watches Freddie twitch under his thin underwear.

Freddie steps out of his dress, closer to Klaus, and slowly works at undoing Klaus’s shirt buttons. Their lips meet again as Freddie pushes his shirt back over his shoulders, and Klaus rids himself of his undershirt by quickly shirking it over his head and tossing it away. They’re breathing the same air, close and not close enough, and Freddie carefully steps out of his red heels and onto the floor, bringing them back to the same height. Klaus presses him back towards the bed. His pants drop to his feet as Freddie undoes them, and he has to take a second to get his shoes off.

Freddie lays himself back onto the bed, and when Klaus looks up his breath catches in his throat at the sight of him. He takes a moment to breath before removing his underwear and climbing on top of Freddie on the bed.

He takes his time, kissing Freddie’s body, working his way down slowly as they both harden with excitement, Freddie’s hands in his hair, caressing his face and neck.

He’s got on ladies underwear, which shouldn’t surprise Klaus, but it does somehow, and he breaths a hot breath against the lacy fabric, making Freddie’s back arch slightly in pleasure before he pulls the underwear down.

They’re both naked now, the record still playing quietly in the distance. The lights are almost too bright, but he’s certainly not going to do anything to pull himself away from Freddie now. Freddie’s legs splay, letting Klaus settle between them, and they kiss, Klaus working him open with practiced accuracy from their nights in the dark club. Only now he can see every expression that crosses Freddie’s face, every twinge of pain and flutter of pleasure, the way his eyelashes fall closed when he relaxes down into Klaus’s fingers, the way his mouth falls open when Klaus pushes into him.

Klaus kisses Freddie’s neck, his jaw, and their mouths find each other again as Klaus slides into him, both of them hard and hot and so fucking hungry. Freddie’s legs come up around his waist, his knees digging into Klaus’s sides, and here in the privacy of Klaus’s bedroom, Freddie’s mouth starts running away with him.

“Harder,” he gasps, his hand clenching at Klaus’s ass as though he can force him deeper, and Klaus lets out a heavy breath at the way his voice sounds, strangled and wet, and has to really focus to not lose himself first. “Oh, Klaus,” Freddie whispers breathlessly, and Klaus has to let his head rest on Freddie’s shoulder while he fucks into him, Freddie whispering his name over and over.

“Fuck,” Klaus finds himself whispering, trembling with each thrust, struggling to hold it together. Freddie must sense his desperation, because he works his hand between them to hold himself, jerking in tandem with Klaus’s pumps, and then he’s coming, hot and hard between them, Klaus’s name on his lips as he does.

It only takes Klaus another moment, and he turns his head to lock his lips to Freddie’s as he releases, letting himself fuck freely and feeling the overwhelming rush of his orgasm overtake him.

It’s a fucking miracle he lives through it, honestly.

They lay there, Klaus still inside him, holding each other as they catch their breath. Freddie’s fingers twirl in his hair, and Klaus finds the strength after a few moments to disentangle them, shifting to lie down beside Freddie on his bed. Freddie’s legs shiver and shake, his body still coming back to earth, and Klaus grins a little as he shifts for comfort, pulling away just slightly to lie on his back.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he hums out happily, his eyes closed and his body entirely spent.

This makes Freddie turn, draping one of his legs across Klaus’s and reaching out to touch his chest. Klaus brings his hand up to catch Freddie’s, entwining their fingers and holding their joined hands close to his heart.

“So what you’re saying is,” Freddie tries, and his voice is hesitant but playful, making Klaus open his eyes to glance over at him, “That you are the jealous type, hmm?”

Klaus laughs low in his throat, smacks Freddie’s behind with his other hand harshly, making them both laugh, and he kisses him, long and hard, making sure Freddie can feel his answer in the force behind his lips.

Read the full fic here!

[isalisewrites]

ULTRA RARE PAIRING ALERT: Newt Scamander/Tom Riddle

Possibly first of its kind, actually

SUMMARY:

Listen

You don’t think you need this pairing in your life, but you do. Trust me. Welcome to the first Newt Scamander/Tom Riddle story ever (at least so far from what I’ve found). Don’t worry. AJ and I are damn good at this. It’s a ride. Literally.

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Tom Riddle wanted one thing and one thing only: to get his hands on the Hufflepuff Cup and the Slytherin Locket. His soul deserved only the best of vessels. Unfortunately, that awful woman gave the founder’s artifacts to a mere magizoologist. How laughable. Newt Scamander was socially awkward, better suited for the animals - a man who could barely look Tom in the eyes and who blushed at the simplest of compliments.

Seducing this Hufflepuff for those artifacts was going to be easy.

Or was he?

Newt. Handsome, rugged, and built to tame his magical creatures. This was a man with secrets. How foolish to trust the outward appearance, for one never knew what beasts lurked beneath the surface. After all… What honey badger doesn’t enjoy a wily snake for a meal?

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CHAPTER ONE EXCERPT:

“Your great aunt speaks very highly of you,” said Tom, continuing pleasantly. “And—”

“My great aunt?” said Newt, interrupting him. “How…”

Tom smiled, growing a touch annoyed. “Oh, she’s a regular customer at the shop where I work. In fact, I take to visiting her at times. She is quite the interesting woman, wouldn’t you say? Anyway, she told me about what you’re working on and I’m impressed at the monumental task you’re attempting. I simply had to meet you.”

Newt flushed red.

How… disgustingly cute. One compliment and he’s already let down some of his guard. Always in the shadow of his big brother, hm?

He’s going to be easier than I thought.

Too curious for his own good, Tom opened his mental barriers. Legilimens. He didn’t press too deeply, barely allowing their minds to brush against one another. Just as Newt reacted to his compliment, a deluge of thoughts flooded through Tom. It was a mind unlike any other he’d entered or touched, the whirl of thoughts and emotions were overwhelming - nearly to the point of being too much for Tom.

‘Oh, no, he’s handsome—why is he here—don’t offend him—how do I—what do I say to that—no one else has ever—’

The connection broke; Newt didn’t seem to have noticed as he spluttered. “How—no one has—I mean to say—”

He came to a stop, drawing in a deep breath, which seemed to steady him. His back straightened a bit and he looked at Tom properly this time. Much to Tom’s annoyance, Newt stood five inches taller than him. He had the full weight of Newt’s gaze now and it held him in a way that no one else had before. Kind hazel eyes studied him.

It also felt like the appraising gaze of a hippogriff.

[ayosdesignz-blog]

I really need help now by funkrsv on @DeviantArt

A fellow artist is in need of help and getting desperate. They've taken to trying to message whom they can as their sites are getting blocked due to location and they need help being able to afford life saving medicine the government is no longer assisting with.

The link above has them going into more detail about it. There is also a cat in their care.

[ifionlyhadmorepaper]

and i might be ok but i’m not fine at all

Mitchsen AU//

It was a bad idea.

A really bad idea, and nothing good could come of it.

[black-deaths-babygirl]

didn’t know that Riley and Ellie fics weren’t that popular help i just spent 20 hours writing one that’s like 11k