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gavotte-paradisio · 3 months

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Welcome to my blog

I might split this into separate posts once I become more proficient in tumblr but here goes:

Hi. I'm Lily. Please don't be the bad kind of weirdo in my comments and reblogs. Please feel free to be the good kind of weirdo. I am. I think most of us here are.

Featured character of the month: Carlotta Contreras (Miraculous Ladybug oc)

OC of the week: Amanda "Mandi" Leaford (Ever After High oc)

Fandoms I'm having brainrot for: Hatchetfield, Yaelokre/Meadowlark, Sanders Sides

Characters I'm having brainrot for: Pokotho, Coda'al (OC), Wiggog Y'Rath, Eddie Chiplucky (Hatchetfield), Literally the entire Lark and all the Harkers (Yaelokre/Meadowlark), Janus (Sanders Sides)

Fandoms I'll roleplay as and characters I'll roleplay from them:

Ever After High: Bianca Hearts (oc), Flori (oc), Lavendre Setsorciere D'Lilas (oc), Seth Setsorciere D'Lilas (oc), Amelia Volpe (oc), Belladonna Turm (oc), Amanda Leaford (oc), Sandra Fireball (oc), Catarino Gatto (oc), Ulysses Fierce (oc), Porter L'duc (oc)

D&D (due to the nature of the game they're all ocs): Celia, Aquamarine, Kaiden Windriver, Aelar Holimion, G'eldonia Salein, Megan Wren, Rowan Goldleaf, Tre (with the poofy hair), Jamira, Cassian Liadon, De-See Akachissa, Lamina, Ysabeaux Borges, Eliana Dawsama, Cruz Alkibrit, Worth Chaval

Undertale: Undyne, Mettaton

Delta Rune: Kris, Ralsei, Lancer

Doki Doki Literature Club: Monika

Pokemon Go: Blanche

Sanders Sides: All sides in interps of canon, plus: Leon Schneider (au of Logan) Ramses XII (au of Roman), Lycanthrope! Patton Sanders (au), Valentin Stadler (au of Virgil), Fae/Iguana! Roman Sanders (au), Fae/Gecko!Patton De Cartier (au), Fae/Box Turtle! Virgil Hemshade (au), Fae/Boa Constrictor! Prince Logan De Serpens (au) Fae/King Cobra! King Janus De Serpens, Tomezinho (au of Thomas), Seu Logan (au), Emilia! Roman (au), Tio Patton (au), Tio Virgil (au), Cobrinha (au of Janus), Saci! Remus (au), Emilie, Viscount of Picanosa (au of Dr. Picani), Tom Kirk (au of Thomas), L'gn Spock (au of Logan), Kirumi Uhura (au of Roman), Lev Chekov (au of Patton), Virgil McCoy (au), Naomi Sulu (au of Janus), Remus Scott (au), Elliot Walker (oc), Ava Watershed (oc), Verity (oc), Celeste (oc), Agatha (oc), Persephone (oc), Jane (oc)

Dance Central: Dare, Oblio

Just Dance: The Traveler, Mihaly, Jack Rose

Good Omens: Aziraphale, Crowley, Anathema Device, Beelzebub, Sercon (au of Aziraphale), Raphael (au of Crowley), Bee Moschella (au of Beelzebub), Seth Devall (au of Satan), Gabe Vanderskye (au of Gabriel), Tony MacAleister (au of Crowley), 'El Villalba (au of Muriel), Zed Vega (au of Aziraphale)

Encanto: Isabela, Dolores, Mirabel

SIX! The Musical: Aragon, Parr

Umbrella Academy (Netflix show, I haven't read the comics): Klaus, Ben, Viktor

Miraculous Ladybug: Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Agreste, Gabriel Agreste, Teen! Gabi Grassete (au), Teen! Emilie Graham De Vanily (au), Teen! Nathalie Sancouer (au), Baynard Travers (oc), Carlotta Contreras (oc), Luis Contreras (oc)

Descendants: Willamine Sanderson (oc), Jesse Hook (oc), Bianca-Rose of Hearts (oc), Mary-Gwen (oc)

Avatarverse (ATLA/TLOK/COTA): Aang, Zuko, Kyoshi, Akane (oc), Huilang (oc), Lee (oc)

The Sims 4: Caleb Vatore, Lilith Vatore, Morgyn Ember, L. Faba, Simeon Silversweater

CATS! (The musical): Munkustrap, Rum Tum Tugger, Mr. Mistoffelees

The Summoner: Fletcher Wulf/Raleigh

MCU: Loki, Thor

Random books I read for class in high school: Prince Prospero (Masque of the Red Death) Red Death (Masque of the Red Death), Nick Carraway (The Great Gatsby) Reverend Hale (The Crucible), Beatrice (Much Ado About Nothing), Banquo (Macbeth), Tiresias (Greek Mythology/Oedipus Rex), Creature/Adam (Frankenstein), Algernon Moncrieff (The Importance of Being Earnest)

Monster High: Scarlett Death (OC), Luano Lobi (OC), Coda'al (OC)

Nonfandom ocs and stuff from my wips: Blaise Mirren, Laura Vasquez, Joan Doe/Guo Xian, Crocus Carvidge, Andrew Anure, Calliope Rookwood, Felix Ortega, Saoirse, Makiese, Helene, Cato Caelius Cicerinus, Fujisaki Kei, Raven, Robin, Wren, The Knights of the Fungal Order

Synpaths:

Primary Synpaths: Janus (Sanders Sides), Roman (Sanders Sides), Logan (Sanders Sides), Aaron Burr (Hamilton), Jaskier (The Witcher (the Netflix show because I haven't read the books or played the games and I hear he's different), Algernon Moncrieff (The Importance Of Being Earnest)

Secondary Synpaths: Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender (the cartoon)), Aang (Avatar: The Last Airbender (the cartoon)), Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter (no I don't support she-who-I-won't-bother-to-name)), Belle (Beauty and the Beast (the 1991 Disney cartoon)), Michele Santana (3%), Juliana Crain (The Man in the High Castle(the Amazon Prime show, I haven't read the book)), Nick Carraway (The Great Gatsby) Reverend Hale (The Crucible), Isabela Madrigal (Encanto), Kris Dreemurr (delta rune)

I'm on the fence about these: Avatar Kyoshi (Chronicles of the Avatar), Lancer (delta rune), Emily Ostergaard (Women Playing Hamlet), Bilbo Baggins (The Hobbit (I haven't read Lord of the Rings)), Hannah Foster (Hatchetfield)

Please feel free to comment, message, or AMA if anything I listed sounds interesting to you!

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clarionglass · 3 years

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It has taken me literally two years from me promising to do this to it actually appearing, but! May I at long last present the inevitable continuation of this piece of glorious mad fiction, based on the equally-if-not-more-so glorious characters and scenario created by @teashoesandhair! Like with the first part, I had an absolute ball stepping up the ridiculous formality in writing this, and I hope upon hope it’s worth the wait :)

In the Demonic Style, a Good Omens Mandy AU: Part the Second

Lilith-Anne Brandy-Mason knew quite a lot about uncles. She lived with a pair of them, after all, in a well-apportioned flat in Mayfair, its rooms decorated in gold and silver and jewel tones and old wood. They were the ones who had bestowed such an unwieldy moniker upon her, and she loved them for it—because that’s what one does with uncles, even when they are slightly embarrassing, and slightly strange. And if there were any words with which a nearly-eleven-year-old girl should describe Messrs Brandy and Mason, “slightly embarrassing, and slightly strange,” would be exactly they.

They were her uncles, of course. She knew this, because that’s what they told her, every day: that they were her uncles, and they desired nothing but the very best for her. It was one of her earliest memories, their insistence on that point. She was small enough to still be wheeled in a perambulator, and the three of them had been stopped by a woman in her middle age, with an expression so sour that Lilith-Anne, now with over a decade’s life experience, could only imagine that she must have had an entire lemon tree growing through her from head to unmentionables.

If she were to ask one of her uncles, she would be furnished with a much clearer recollection of the event. The angel Bryndael, known to humanity as Mr Brandy, could recall with ease the ugly sort of suspicion stamped across the woman’s features as she attempted to catch him and his demonic companion out in a perceived sordidness. A local busybody, she knew both of them by reputation, if nothing else, and was always eager to claim the moral high ground over any and all of her acquaintances.

“Mr Brandy?” she had asked sharply. “And Mr Mason? What are the pair of you doing with that child?”

Bryndael’s panic was immediate and all-consuming. “I’m, well, we’re her—”

“Uncles,” Mr Mason—the demon Manoch—had interjected, sensing the angel beginning to fluster.

“Yes, her uncles,” he agreed, latching onto the word with relief.

The woman was unconvinced, most likely since she knew they were unrelated, and had sniffed a haughty sniff in their direction. “Both of you?”

Mr Mason merely nodded calmly, leaving Bryndael to pick up the pieces. “I’m her mother’s brother,” he had offered in conciliation.

“Father’s,” Mr Mason added. “And we are giving her the best of care in their stead.”

It was beautiful, the way in which a typically-demonic twisting of the truth could be used for such good, and Bryndael, loath as he was to admit it, was rather taken by the quick response—as he was by the way Manoch’s electric black gaze, the same one that had thrilled—no, horrified—him through the aeons, had remained so perfectly level. Somewhat less satisfied with the answer than he was, their interrogator had sniffed her sniff once again, but had still returned to her own turn about the neighbourhood without further protest.

Lilith-Anne hardly remembered the event in such minute detail, due to only being a year old at the time, but it had nevertheless impressed upon he the importance of her relationship to the two gentlemen whose care she was under. They were her uncles, despite her being well and truly old enough to realise she looked nothing like either of them. People don’t have to look like their uncles, of course, but they were the closest family she had, and Lilith-Anne was still slightly put-out by the lack of familial resemblance.

What made the whole ghastly situation worse, in her mind, was that she had never seen any pictures of her parents, despite the recent blossoming of the photographic art. Her uncles were very firm on that point—her parents had perished in a fire shortly after her birth, and Lilith-Anne suspected the wound that such a tragedy had caused would never fully heal. Mr Brandy was still prone to tearing up at any mention of his sister—“That poor woman,” he would murmur, blue eyes filling, “that poor, poor woman,”—and Mr Mason’s brother was, according to his dark and curiously fearful mutterings, “most likely still burning.”

Even so, she would have liked to see some photographs of her parents. She was certain she must favour someone in her family, and for years had been quite determined to find out who this person would be. Many people who visited the teashop owned by the Brandy line for decades mentioned that the resemblance in that pedigree was quite strong, with father and son always apparently looking remarkably alike, and she was rather peeved the likeness had passed her by. Still, without any further clues, she suspected she must take after her mother, and was content enough to labour under that suspicion.

Not that Lilith-Anne Brandy-Mason would have cause to know as much, but she did in fact bear a startling resemblance to someone, or rather, a set of someones: a Mr and Mrs Young of Tadfield, a small village far from the bustle of London, and their daughter, a girl of a similar age to Lilith-Anne. A third golden-haired young lady, who rivalled Lilith-Anne for cumbersome appellations with the name of Theodora H. Dowling (a suitable title for the child of the ambassador from the new United States of America), also shared with them a certain similarity of appearance. The three young ladies also shared a similarity of birthdate and time—down to the very minute, as a matter of fact—a curiosity that nobody had noticed, save for the deity who had arranged it.

Now, if we were to imagine the God of this universe, we should imagine a baker twisting three strands of brioche dough into a plaited loaf, over and under in an incomprehensible pattern. The strands had already been twisted, and the interventions of Messrs Brandy and Mason, reaching into the pattern to tug on the wrong strands, only tangled them further. As it previously stood, to run with the brioche metaphor, Heaven and Hell merely saw a twist, not a braid, where:

The dough contributed by the Dowlings and started on the left side of the loaf, which we will call Strand A, had been cast aside to the right.

The dough contributed by the Youngs, which we will call Strand B, did not exist.

The dough that has started on the right, which we will call the Anticrust, the Great Yeast and destroyer of celiacs, had been twisted to the left.

In actuality:

Strand A had indeed been cast aside to the right.

Strand B, which had started in the middle, was now on the left.

The Anticrust, the Great Yeast and destroyer of celiacs, had been plaited into the middle.

And with a few more plaits, with the “help” of Bryndael and Manoch:

Strand A, from the Dowlings, was now back in its starting position on the left.

Strand B, from the Youngs, was on the right, where two man-shaped beings had their eyes on it.

The Anticrust, the Great Yeast and destroyer of celiacs, was still, unbeknownst to everyone, in the middle, Strand B's original position.

But nobody, save the baker herself, could tell which strand of dough ended up where.

Still, this wasn’t important—not for the moment, anyway, as it had been ten years and three hundred and sixty days since that particular loaf had gone into the divine oven of life, and although it was reaching the point of being done, so to speak—Armageddon would become a very pressing engagement in a mere five days’ time—the point of greatest current concern to Messrs Brandy and Mason was the time of their young charge’s upcoming Latin tutorial.

“I keep telling you, it’s at three,” Mr Brandy insisted from the hallway, in the tones of someone who had continued this argument for a very long time indeed.

“Four,” Mr Mason countered for perhaps the fiftieth time.

“Sometimes I swear you argue just to be contrary,” the angel fussed.

“Do not,” Mr Mason argued.

“Do so,” Bryndael returned, before cutting himself off to glare at his companion.

Mr Mason just smiled, sharp and roguish, before sobering. “I’m not joking about Lily’s tutorial, though. The tutor changed it last week, remember?”

Bryndael frowned suspiciously. “It’s just like you to insist on being late.”

“Only fashionably.”

“One cannot be fashionably late to a Latin tutorial!” Bryndael squeaked.

Mr Mason raised a strong and perfectly-formed eyebrow with a smirk. “One can be fashionably late to anything, if one just tries hard enough.”

“Well, I don’t want to try!” Bryndael protested. “And neither does Lily!”

“You’re not going to back down, then?” Mr Mason asked coolly. The answer was already known to him, but nevertheless, there had to be a formality to these things.

“Of course not!”

“One of us has to be correct,” Mr Mason pointed out, irritatingly reasonably. “And if you won’t believe me, there’s only one way to determine it.”

Bryndael sighed, a little huff that carried overtones of both petulance and anticipation. “Well. If you insist.”

Lilith-Anne Brandy-Mason knew quite a lot about uncles. It came with the territory, so to speak. However, she was fairly sure that between them, her uncles harboured more than a few peculiarities. Most people, if they were possessed of two uncles, did not receive a thorough instruction in the Good Book and the various figures through history who most embodied its teachings from one, and an equally rigorous tutelage in Machiavellian politics and the lives of ruthless conquerors from the other. Most people with uncles weren’t bade goodnight with two gentle kisses on the forehead, which accompanied the reminders to “crush your enemies beneath your heel, Lily,” and “treat all forms of life with the greatest respect and dignity, my dear.” Nor did most people’s uncles call each other “dear boy” or “angel,” particularly not in the public arena.

And she was almost certain that other people’s uncles didn’t settle their disagreements by smooching—or at least, not quite as passionately as the way in which Messrs Brandy and Mason were currently engaged. If they did, she had never seen it. By contrast, she had seen this particular scene more times than she could count, having often been called upon to adjudicate such contests.

After the twentieth minute, with no sign of the “victory” she had been taught to look for—but had never actually seen, not in any of the smooching contests she had witnessed—she cleared her throat significantly.

“It’s at half-past three, actually,” she said loudly. “Uncle Mason is right, Mister Huddlesthwaite did postpone my lesson, but only by half an hour.”

She watched, unsurprised, as her uncles parted with no small amount of reluctance. They used to spring apart with something approaching guilt, back in the days when their disagreements were over what Lilith-Anne recalled as much weightier issues, but now, the gentle unclasping of lip from well-smooched lip seemed to take almost as long as the contest itself.

“Oh, is that right?” Mr Mason asked, straightening his cravat with a carefully innocent hand.

“Dear me, how could I have forgotten?” Mr Brandy fussed as he smoothed his curls, then extracted an ornate silver pocketwatch from his waistcoat. “We’ll need to be off in—”

A lesser being than the angel Bryndael would have yelped upon realising how late he had let the time grow, thoroughly distracted as he had been by the caressing hands and wickedly clever tongue of his opponent in smooching. Even so, the noise of entirely dignified surprise that escaped him brought a devilish smile to the soft lips he knew so… professionally intimately, and his head once again was filled with images he did not care to dwell on.

“Now, my dear, now, come on!” he exclaimed, deliberately putting those warm thoughts out of his mind, and Lilith-Anne, who had been ready for the last fifteen minutes, carefully concealed a sigh as she was bundled out of the door.

She did not notice as Bryndael paused for a moment on the steps that led down to the street, looking back towards his companion of the last eleven years, and the millennia besides.

“Dear boy, was that really necessary?” he asked, the faint spark of confusion in his eyes lighting them the warm blue of summer skies. “If Lily knew the time of her tutorial already? I mean, we could have just asked her, yes?”

Mr Mason merely raised a shoulder in a laconic shrug, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards as he pulled the door shut behind them.

And far away in Tadfield, at that very moment, Eve Young reached a gleeful hand for the reddest, shiniest, most tempting apple from her neighbour’s tree, and, with the smallest of snaps, it separated gladly from its bough.

#clari writes #teashoesandhair #good omens #mandy #good omens mandy au #in the demonic style #once again local author does not know how to tag; more news at 7 #honest to god lads i didn't realise how much of a stumbling block the original opening line i had for this was????#i had this waiting as a draft for Years #finally went back to it #changed the opening line (to something i'm very proud of i must say)#and suddenly the whole thing was finished in a matter of 2 days #change up your opening sentences my pals

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aziraphales-library · 4 years

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Lost Fic #49

1. I’m looking for a fic, it was the first GO fic I read and I ADORED IT. But for the life of me I can’t remember what it’s called. Aziraphale and Crowley get together after Armageddon, they decide to take a trip. I believe they went to Australia? They stay in this fancy hotel, they kinda befriend the bellboy who helps them with whatever they need. Aziraphale befriends an owner of a bookstore who ends up just trying to sleep with him. Has jealous Crowley. And it ends with them getting married. ~anon

2. Hello I am looking for a fic I read just when I got into Good Omens. It was about Crowley and Aziraphale having a fight(? I’m not so sure anymore). So Crowley ends up leaving to travel around. Aziraphale follows him and they eventually make up and move into their South Downs Cottage. But Crowley is still super distant and spends most of his time in the garden. Aziraphale feels like Crowley doesn’t want him around but he does? I hope someone can help me find it XD ~anon

3. there's this great fic i can't find again, basically crowley gets captured by hell again and is tossed into a cell for weeks iirc, and the whole time he's fervently hoping that aziraphale will show up to rescue him, how he's been wondering for centuries if aziraphale would ever come for him when he needed it, and ofc by the end aziraphale does, in all his angel glory. ~anon

4. Hello! I was wondering if you (or any of your lovely followers) could help? I've misplaced a fic and I can't find it anywhere! It's an AU where Aziraphale is sent an angel (pre-fall Crowley) but little does he know Gabriel has sent this angel to spy on him. Aziraphale teaches the angel how to dress, they watch James Bond (I think), and soon the angel is questioning their own loyalty to heaven. There's a showdown in heaven and the angel falls to save Aziraphale and becomes Crowley. Thank you! ~ @sherlockpond

5. Hello, I'm looking for some help finding a fic I can't remember the name of. It's about A&C deciding to get a country cottage to take holidays at away from the city. C has a large greenhouse with a fire pit/place or wood stove. A has a quaint library with a fireplace and his most favorite books, and they hang out together at night to chat and enjoy a bottle of wine. I believe this same fic features C setting A up with Twitter or instagram, and A bringing C to a cute little pub. ~ @mandi-celeste

If you know one of these fics, please use the number in your response!

~ Mod G

#good omens #asks #anon #sherlockpond #mandi-celeste #ineffable husbands #lost fic #mod g

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nicnacsnonsense · 5 years

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2019 Fanfiction Round-Up

I compiled a list of every piece of fanfiction I posted this year (and we are doing this semiannual or quarterly going forward because this took a long time to put together). I wrote and posted a grand total of 139k this year, which isn’t my best, but not bad, Below is the list, I’ve grouped it by fandom and sent WIPs to the bottom of their group, but it’s otherwise listed in order of most recently updated.

Good Omens

Anathema Enchanted (G, 1503 words) – Ella Enchanted AU prologue, with Crowley as Mandy, Aziraphale as Lucinda and baby Anathema as Ella

How Crowley Failed to Steal Christmas (G, 6521) & How Max Saved Christmas (G, 2572) – Grinch AU based on the TV special with Crowley as the Grinch and Aziraphale as an adult Cindy Lou Who. The first fic is Aziraphale POV and the second is a companion piece from the POV of Crowley’s cat Max

Ever Ever After (G, 912) – Enchanted AU Aziraphale as Prince Edward and Crowley as Nancy (the disposable fiancée), depicts that scene at the end when Edward slips the shoe on Nancy’s foot and they run away together

As I Have Cherished You (G, 2178) – Postcanon, God visits Crowley and Aziraphale in South Downs, mostly to be loving and validating.

Questions of Faith (G, 804) – Reverse Omens Crowley character study

Ain’t Going to Face No Defeat (G, 20k) – Canon Divergence, Warlock gets a kitten then goes on an adventure to find Nanny and Brother Francis and probably help avert the Apocalypse while he’s at it. Sometimes a family is an angel, a demon, a fake antichrist and a Sister Cat

Dumbasaur, More Like (G, 792) – Drunk, college-age Warlock calls Crowley to ask him a question about dinosaurs

I Remember (G, 6378) – The exact Crowley and Aziraphale knew each other in Heaven fic I wanted, so I had to write it myself. They were in love in Heaven, Aziraphale remembers but doesn’t recognize Crowley, Crowley remembers and recognizes Aziraphale, but doesn’t know how to tell him. Spans from pre-Fall to post-canon. Much angst, happy ending.

Falling/Flying (G, 1136) – The moments when Crowley and Aziraphale each fell/realized they were in love

For the First Time in Forever (WIP, T, currently 9k) – Frozen AU, Aziraphale(Elsa) and Crowley(Anna) are princes of Arendelle and the Southern Isles respectively. They were engaged to be married and spent a lot of time together as kids, but after the accident with Aziraphale’s ice powers the engagement is called off and they don’t see each other again until Aziraphale’s coronation. Also features Beelzebub as Hans and Anathema and Newt together as Kristoff

Something’s Starting Right Now (WIP, T, currently 21k) – The Little Mermaid AU Crowley as the prince and Aziraphale as the merman. While this story pulls from a lot of versions of The Little Mermaid, it is definitely my own take on the story

Why Don’t You and I Combine? (WIP, T, currently 7.7k) – Parent Trap AU with Aziraphale as the dad, genderqueer Crowley as mom and Adam and Warlock as the twins. No, they are not identical twin. Yes, I do have a plan for that

Princess Tutu

An Ineffable Pas de Deux (G, 2348) – Good Omens AU “You can stay at my place” with Fakir as Crowley and Duck as Aziraphale

My Hero Academia

The Best Day (G, 6744) – AU where Izuku is only four when All Might saves him from the slime villain. Chock full of wholesome Dad Might fluff

What You Make of It (G, 3313) – Preinjury All Might gives a statement that he approves of the idea of quirkless people being allowed into the Hero course at UA. This gives Izuku the confidence to take the entrance exam quirkless. Also some bonus Class 1-A shenanigans

Gravity Falls

Any Family You Choose (WIP, T, currently 15k) – Portal Relativity Falls Grunkle Dipper runs into homeless teen Stan and basically adopts the kid

Harry Potter

they’ll turn out to be heroes (G, 5829) – vignette series where instead of Mrs. Figg, Remus Lupin is the one to move into the house on Wisteria Walk to keep an eye on Harry

The Stinging Habits of the Western Honey Bee (g, 26k), A Year in the Office of Albus Dumbledore (G, 32k), & The Very Belated Trial of Sirius Black (G, 22k) – (Okay I’m cheating a little, since Stinging Habits was actually completed long before this year, but it’s the first in this series) Canon divergent AU where Snape delivers Harry’s Hogwarts letter. Generally speaking the series contains adults being responsible adults allowing the children to be children. It also involves a lot of me trying to make sense out of things that don’t really but you never noticed because Harry doesn’t think about things too hard mostly. The first fic is alternating Harry and Snape POV and covers from July 30th to Sorting. Explores how a different first impression leads Harry and Snape to developing a mentor/mentee relationship. The second is from the POV of flawed but good person Dumbledore, covering the events of PS and the efforts to rectify Harry’s home situation. The third is Lupin POV and covers COS and, as the title suggests, Sirius Black getting an actual trial for the crimes he’s accused of. By the end of the series Harry is a happy person with a wealth of paternal figures, none of whom are dead (unless you count James).

Yu-Gi-Oh

Sunlight (In the Empty Corners of My Mind) (G, 7891) – Angstshipping, post-canon Bakura goes to visit Marik in Egypt and my boys talk through their trauma and work on healing

#fanfiction #fic roundup

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agoodslowclapmoment · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/16 Fandom: The Prom - Sklar/Beguelin/Martin Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Emma/Alyssa Greene Characters: Emma (The Prom), Alyssa Greene Additional Tags: 6000 Years of Pining Summary:

According to The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Mandy Nutter, Witch (the world's only completely accurate book of prophecies, written in 1655, before she exploded), the world will end on a Saturday. Next Saturday, in fact. Just before dinner.

So the armies of Good and Evil are amassing, Atlantis is rising, frogs are falling, tempers are flaring. Everything appears to be going according to Divine Plan. Except a somewhat fussy angel and a fast-living demon—both of whom have lived amongst Earth's mortals since The Beginning and have grown rather fond of the lifestyle—are not actually looking forward to the coming Rapture.

And someone seems to have misplaced the Antichrist . . .

aka, the Good Omens AU no one asked for

#the prom #the prom musical #alyssa greene #emma nolan #greenelan #omg i actually wrote something #with some great help of course #things noone needs to know #my posts

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loveforpreserumsteve · 5 years

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Summer In Your Eyes (Lifeguard!Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes Modern Summer AU)

One:

The house, although clearly vacant for the better part of four years, still looked the same. There was still a tire swing hanging from the large tree out front that shaded too much of the front yard for much of any flower to thrive there for long. And although Bucky's mom, Winifred, always talked about cutting it down, she never made good on it.

Not that she necessarily needed to considering the vegetable garden that she often tended to that sat peacefully off to the side. Where she would grow cucumbers and green beans and the occasional attempt at tomatoes. Tomatoes seemed to be the only thing that Winifred was incapable of growing. Each year she'd talk dreamily about picking luscious tomatoes off the vine and cooking them with a bit of olive oil and some mozzarella cheese.

It never happened though. Each year, they would come up bad. An omen, Bucky's dad, George, would claim. Damn insects, Winifred would curse.

"Jesus," Bucky exclaimed, bracing himself against the dashboard as Becca completely demolished Winifred's garden.

"Oops," Becca winced and harshly stopped the silver Toyota Prius.

"Well," Mandy smirked and leaned forward from the backseat, "Maybe the tomatoes will grow now."

Playfully, Bucky rolled his eyes and climbed out of his car. Stretching his arms high above his head as their parents pulled into the driveway. Hearing the doors open, Bucky smirked over his shoulder, spotting Winifred with her arms crossed along her chest while shaking her head in disapproval at Becca's clear recklessness.

"I'm never riding with her again," Bucky dramatically stated, tugging down his rucked up t-shirt.

Of course, Winifred didn't find it very amusing and instructed Bucky, "Unload the car."

Doing as he was told because the mom-voice was still the most terrifying thing that Bucky had ever heard in his life and sent him right back to his childhood. Which, admittedly wasn't that long ago. Especially since he had only been eighteen for three months. But that didn't negate that hearing the mom-voice immediately took him back to all the things he had ever done wrong in his life.

Especially once it reached the epitome of mom-voice with her no nonsense mom-level of Because I Said So, "James, car."

Glancing over at Becca, Bucky gave her an encouraging grin before sighing and heading over to their parents' maroon red Jeep Wrangler. Opening the trunk, Mandy playfully bumped her hip against Bucky's. Simply living for the few inches she had grown over the year. Mandy still wasn't as tall as Bucky, but she clearly didn't mind.

"Ready for school to start?" Mandy curiously asked, pulling her unruly, windswept brown curls into a ponytail.

Playing the role of teen angst, Bucky threw his head back to dramatically sigh and told her, "I just graduated. Let me have this."

"So dramatic," Mandy teased, rolling her eyes and mocked, "Aren't you supposed to be the big brother?"

Of course, she was right. Bucky was the oldest. Still, he joked, "If you want a good big brother, call Sam."

"Please," Mandy scoffed, "That boy is a daddy if I've ever seen one."

"Oh my god," Bucky scoffed, scandalized by what his younger sister just said about his best friend.

"You see daddy every day," Tibby innocently stated, sleepily rubbing her eyes as she looked up at her older siblings.

Bucky gave Mandy a pointed look, but Mandy didn't seem to care as she threw her head back in her laughter. Sighing, Bucky shook his head and picked the youngest -- and possibly cutest -- Barnes up into his arms. Balancing the six year old on his hip, while also grabbing a large duffle bag from the Jeep.

Tibby rested her head on Bucky's shoulder as Bucky headed over to the house. The house had originally belonged to Bucky's grandpa, George's dad. When he passed though, he left it to George. This was the first time that they were staying at the house though. Needing those years to properly mourn. But even now, Bucky didn't miss the way that George's eyes were glassy and misty.

Especially as George stood there by the porch looking at the empty rocking chair. It was still there, exactly where he left it all those years ago. The chair that he used to sit for hours watching the hummingbirds come up to the feeder that had long sat empty since Grandpa's passing.

Bucky's heart clenched in his chest and he hesitated by the open door. Bucky could hear the muffled sounds of Becca arguing with Winifred, but his attention was focused on George. Setting Tibby down, Bucky bent over so they were at eye level before he sweetly instructed, "Go help Mom unpack."

Tired, Tibby let out a defeated sigh, "Oh-kay."

Standing back up, Bucky ruffled Tibby's brown curls and watched as she entered the house before setting down the duffle bag he was carrying. Crossing the porch, Bucky glanced over at the rocking chair and couldn't deny how nostalgic he felt in the moment. It felt like old times. It felt as though at any minute, Grandpa, shriveled and gray haired, would take his place in the seat. That Grandpa would smile warmly at Bucky like he had so many other times.

"You okay?" Bucky asked, placing a comforting hand on George's shoulder.

George nodded and covered Bucky's hand with his own. Giving Bucky's hand a reassuring squeeze, George softly stated, "Yeah, I'm okay."

Bucky nodded because he understood. They were going to be okay. They had been gone too long. And Bucky couldn't wait to see what the summer held for them. Especially what it held for himself.

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