#is this fic ridiculous? YES

[kweenkday]

A tiny snippet of tonight's update of Kevin being scolded by his dads. 🤭

Wymack/Rhemann/Kayleigh supremacy! 🤩

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Devoid of Attention (Doctor Who Drabble)

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: The Doctor is oblivious as per usual

DW: @nyxiethesimp @quickslvxrr @midnight--raine @blueberry-sunshines @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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Main Street in the London Central Business District in the eighteen hundreds was quite a sight to behold. Between the stunning architecture, the horrible smells, the carriages being pulled by gorgeous horses and the frilly clothes- oh, you were in heaven. Truly, you thought, nothing could get better than this. 

The Doctor had been explaining how he had a theory that the gargoyles found on the top of buildings in London were possibly real, flying stone aliens from some planet out yonder and that they may be responsible for a spate of disappearances along Main Street. It was interesting, but he was more talking to himself, really. 

You’d been listening, but had stepped away for just a moment when a paper boy had wandered by shouting about getting a copy of the latest release of the Times. It was a weird thing to collect, you understood, but who else could say they had a mint condition genuine London Times paper from… you checked the date- the twenty-fourth of November eighteen-eighty seven? Not very many, you would have thought. 

When you turned around, there was a dog sitting in the same spot you were just standing in a minute ago. You blinked, folding the paper under your arm and taking a couple steps towards him and the Doctor, who was having a rather lively conversation with the canine in question. 

“See nowaaah!- You’re a dog,” he said, sounding rather dumbfounded. “How- how did that happen?” He leaned forward and threw his glasses on to get a closer look at the pooch. You blinked again, not sure what to make of this situation before you. 

“Oh, but look at that transmogrification work,” he gasped, rubbing the dog’s ears and petting its head. “Oh, it’s gorgeous- you’re gorgeous! Undoing it might be a bit of work, but blimey- this is impressive!”

You weren’t sure how to approach this. Did you wait for him to notice? Did you break him out of his thoughts now? You weren’t sure. The only thing you were sure of was the fact that this was hilarious and also incredibly ridiculous.

The Doctor pulled his sonic out and scanned the dog, flicking the screwdriver back up to his ear to read the results. Hear the results? You weren’t really sure how it worked. 

“Hmm, that’s odd,” the Doctor said, and even from behind him you could see clear as day the expression on his face. That special expression with his mouth slightly ajar, eyebrows cast inwards and eyes darting off to the side as he tried to process the information he was receiving. “Sonic’s saying one hundred per cent dog. Not a sliver of human in there. Blimey, this might take a bit more effort than I thought.” 

You sighed, walking up behind him and whacking him over the head with the newspaper softly. 

“Oi,” the Doctor yelled, raising his hands to protect himself from this ruthless and unprovoked attack. “Wotchit!” 

The Doctor turned around to see you, hands on your hips and exasperated expression on your face. The irritation bled from his face in a second. 

“Ah, wait-” the Doctor looked to his left down at the rather mangy dog. “You’re not- oh, I see. I stopped paying attention again, didn’t I?” 

You snorted with laughter, not even caring how unattractive it sounded. 

“You think?!”

It did make for a good laugh, though. You’d never let him live this down. And every time you brought it up, the way his cheeks flushed and he grew just a touch embarrassed only made your bond stronger. 

[sundropcass]

my favorite part of reading just lovers for the first time is getting to what you’d think is the fic’s climax only to realize you’re not even halfway done

[skyward-floored]

Lu incredibles au memes because I had some time to kill this afternoon

[sunciv]

noone (and i mean noone) will convince me that this:

wasn't followed by some intense makeout

[pencilofawesomeness]

“Never take me lightly, silly fool.”

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Lilia's scene from chapter 25 of And You Think, “No Escape” by @therosefrontier has lived rent free in my mind and also irrevocably changed my perception of Lilia's in-game little victory line for the battles/exams. (The whole fic lives rent free, but I particularly wanted to come back and draw Lilia for this one, because Lilia is a terrifying badass and he deserves it.)

I won't say too much here (though I may ramble in the tags) so as to not spoil one of the finale scenes that much but it's a really good fic, high recommend.

[leenfiend]

just want to pause life as a whole and stop aging for like 4 days so I can wrap myself in a Klance blanket and stare at fics for a while without feeling like I’m wasting time <3

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

52 and/or 63 from that drabble prompt list please! love your stuff <3

from these prompts

“It’s simple really,” Lily says, spreading her various scribbled-on parchments out on the table between the three of them.. “Like taking sweets from an ickle baby.”

“That’s just plain devious, Evans.”

Remus clears his throat. “I think,” he glances toward James then looks back to Lily with a polite smile, “we would enjoy hearing this plan.” He smile grows. “Not that the build-up has been anything less than delightful.”

Lily rolls her eyes. “Your sarcasm and lack of appreciation for proper story-telling has been noted, Lupin.”

“I appreciate your story-telling, Evans,” James points out, smiling proudly at her.

She raises an eyebrow at him. “You do know that my willingness to get naked in front of you has nothing to do with your false flattery, right, Potter?”

Remus makes a miserable sound. “Can we please get back to the matter at hand?”

Lily winces apologetically, but James just grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. It’s not as if Moony and the other lads aren’t used to this by now. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, his fingers drumming lightly against the wood. His gaze is steady on Lily, a mix of amusement and admiration. Lily catches his eye significantly, then glances away.

“Right. Anyway.” She aims a puff of air at her fringe, so that the hairs scatter away from her eyes. “They cut through the South Courtyard on their way back from the library, every night except for Wednesdays, because of—”

Remus nods in understanding. “Slug Club, right.”

“So if we do it Tuesday—”

James sighs, shifting in his chair, his brow furrowing with impatience. “Evans—”

“No, hush, I’m not done.” She waves him off, determination lighting up her features. “If we do it Tuesday, it’ll be easy. A quick Disillusionment charm for the two of you, I’ll be around the corner waiting for the signal and—”

“That’s not going—”

Remus kicks him under the table, shooting him a warning look. “Let her finish, Prongs.” James slumps back into his chair, but otherwise motions for Lily to keep talking.

“Thank you, Remus. This is why you’re my favourite.” She sends a sharp glare toward James. James, her boyfriend, who has been sitting here for an hour  like an angel listening to Lily’s ridiculous plan to try and get back at Mulciber for his hexing of Mary last week. “We won’t leave him without any of his clothes, of course, because that’s more of a punishment to the rest of Hogwarts than it is to Mulciber, but—what do you think?”

Remus taps his fingers along the table, considering. “I think it’s a good starting place.”

“Are you open to some feedback?” James asks, leaning forward.

Lily shakes her head, self-importantly. “Not at this time, no.”

He tosses his head back and laughs. “Evans.”

“Don’t ruin this for me, James. I swear I—”

“It’s not that I don’t love to see you plotting and planning to give it to Mulciber,” he says, then laughs again at the offended look on her face. “No, seriously, it’s a good thing Moony is here because, the effect it has on me, Evans…the ideas in my head right now just simply aren’t appropriate for the library.”

“Thank you so much for your restraint,” Remus says dryly.

“But?” Lily demands, her sharp gaze fixed on James.

“But,” he continues, dropping his voice even though they’re practically alone in here this early on a Saturday morning. It’s why he and Remus are the only ones who responded to her owl, while Sirius and Peter opted for a lie-in. “We have an Invisibility Cloak. And a map. We—”

Lily hits the table in front of them, shaking her head fervently. “That’s cheating!”

James scoffs. “How is it—”

“Careful, Lily,” Remus hums lightly.

“Is that what you think? All these years?” James yelps, his voice rising in pitch. “You should be impressed. Who else in this castle has—”

“I am impressed by the map, James, and you know it. Magic that advanced…” She smiles cheekily. “It’s at least half the reason I’m dating you. But it just puts all your ridiculous pranks in a new light. When you consider the fact that you’ve had an easy way of becoming invisible—”

“Take that back!” James insists. “It’s still impressive!”

Remus leans back in his chair, smirking. “I told you, Lily.”

“Look,” Lily tries for an appeasing tone, but it only serves to make James pout further. His own girlfriend thinks all those brilliant pranks were only accomplished by cheating? What kind of cruel world is this?! “You are very intelligent and I—”

“Stop talking to me like I’m six,” he mumbles, folding his arms over his chest and sticking out his lower lip.

Lily and Remus lock eyes across the table for a moment, then immediately burst out laughing. The sound is loud and unabashed, echoing through the otherwise quiet library. Lily’s shoulders shake with mirth, her eyes shut tight, while Remus leans back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as he tries to catch his breath.

“What?” James demands, scrambling to sit up straight again in his chair, eyes darting between the two of them. “What’s so funny?”

“Have I mentioned how much I like having you around, Lily?” Remus says through his laughter, completely ignoring James. “Merlin, it’s so much better when there’s someone else to humble him.”

“I hate both of you,” James says, glaring. “And, Lily,” he purses his lips, haughtily, “your plan is rubbish. I’m not helping you.” He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose for good measure, because he means business.

“Okay,” Lily snorts loudly, leaning back in her chair with a mock-serious expression. “Damn, Potter. I’m truly gutted. Honest to God, I’m not sure how I’ll ever recover or find the will to go on.” She turns smoothly toward Remus. “You’ll help me, won’t you?”

“Of course.”

James makes a sound of indignation, his face reddening further. “We’re not friends anymore, Remus.”

“Shame.”

“And Lily?”

“Yes?” She lifts an eyebrow, daring him to say something equally scathing.

“You and me,” he says, struggling to commit to the false threat while she’s looking at him with those eyes, bloody Merlin and Morgana. “We’re…we’re…”

“Uh huh?”

“Well, I am…not very happy with you right now,” he finishes lamely.

She grins at him, eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’m sure the feeling will pass. Just as soon as I’m naked again.”

[butterflysonnets]

all i can imagine right now is teenage theo’s stupid gay ass listening to the 2004 re-release of mr. brightside by the killers (because, yknow, vegas) on repeat while bitching about kotku in his stupider gayer journal and then having an internal crisis wondering why mr. brightside speaks to him so viscerally

[plutolovesyou]

i wanna show yall this rn because i'm excited about it tbh...it's gonna be cheesy and fluffy and silly. (can you tell i have way too much fun in picsart- that means i genuinely can't tell if the header thingy looks atrocious, cringe sure but legit can't decide just how bad). the imagine that inspired this.

[peachcitt]

happy friday the 13th a flesh monster be upon ye

my never ending @ladrienjune continues with another chapter of greatest hits that you can read here

thanks for reading!!<3

[lemonmangosorbet]

Guilty Pleasure

Summary:

And this is where Gale found himself, with a desire to do something nice for the druid of their group for no other reason than he wanted to.

An act of kindness on Gale's part causes him to have a revelation. How will he confront these new feelings he holds for Halsin?

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Read more on AO3 HERE (18+ only and please check the fic tags)

Reblogs are appreciated ❤️

[bigfemboyenergy]

The Worst Crossover To Ever ‘Cross Over’ Pt.2

See, Danny isn’t terribly surprised with his predicament. And by that, he means that he is wholly unsurprised that he has to fake who he is. A fourteen year old kid working, in this day and age? Unlikely, he thinks. So he decides to pretend to be fifteen, what an easy fix. But that doesn’t help with Sonic’s side of the problem. Sure, Sonic gets confused for a kid, but..how old is he?

As soon as the thought surfaces, Danny opens his mouth to speak, turning to look at Sonic as they walk around, searching for a somewhat acceptable abandoned building or something similar to hide out in for now. “Uh, how old are you, exactly?” Danny asks, with little hesitation. Sonic shrugs; “Old enough to legally drink in some countries- why, worried about something?” Danny feels his face turn a bit white. Wow, his appearance does not match his age. With a nervous smile, Danny responds with, “Yeah, dunno if you could get a job looking like that. I’m fourteen, and even I look older than you.” Sonic coughs awkwardly. “I’m gonna have to work on that, aren’t I? What an unlucky day it is,” he says, with a yawn. Shelving that problem in order to focus on the most important one, the two continue to wander the streets, looking for something to temporarily call “home”.

It isn’t too long before they find a suitable place. Dark, dreary, just like everywhere else; but it’s far more exaggerated, and even dirtier than the rest of the city. Some old graffiti here and there, a broken window or two. Not too shabby on the inside, still has running water and an AC. It makes Danny wonder just how old this building is and just how long it’s been since it was last lived in.

Sonic inspects every nook and cranny of the building, as if checking for safety violations. It appears to be an old office building, with kitchen necessities in what might’ve been a break room, and running water in the bathrooms. He investigates alone, namely for “Danny’s safety”, he says, but it makes one think. The amount of spiders he’s killed seems to point to a different conclusion..but that’s of no matter.

After looking at every floor, Sonic finally decides which one they’ll be staying on. Something that’s just a cut above the rest, and also safe enough- the third floor, out of four. He waves Danny over to the cleanest spot in the spacious, main room, calling out, “Let’s sleep over here for now, since we kinda can’t clean anything yet. It looks a lot nicer here, away from the nasty corners.” Danny nods, agreeing in silence. It looks like they have a lot of work to do, as they both flop on the floor and try to sleep.

Danny, however, struggles to sleep. In an entirely new city, an empty building, with someone who he’s just been freshly acquainted with, trying to sleep on the cold, hard floor? That’s no easy feat, and he acknowledges this. So he comes to the most logical conclusion: why not check out the city from above, via Phantom form? In silence, he nods in agreement with his own thought, intrigued by his new possibilities. He’ll fly out and survey the town, enjoy the sunrise, if he’s awake for that long- try to make this place feel a little bit like home. Familiarize himself with it, perhaps. It sounds like a good plan, no? So he acts.

He whispers to himself, after assuring that Sonic is asleep, “Going ghost!” He transforms in silence. A little reminder of who he is, the whispers of who he was only hours ago, come to him via his reference of his beginnings. It gives him a feeling of determination, a want to explore. A desire to protect this new friend he’s found, and the strangers of a place he’s newly discovered. Slowly slipping through the floor, intangibly, he floats out of the building, making himself invisible so as not to spook anyone else who may be out at night.

In the night sky, he soars through the clouds as he takes in the layout of the city. It’s large, dark, and..full of crime, which makes a lot of sense in such a poverty-stricken area, but.. it has an air of abnormality. Suddenly, he hears some horrible sounds. Shrill, shrieking laughter booms out from a warehouse a few blocks away, his ears wishing for the silence of seconds before to return. Although he doesn’t truly want to approach, his obsession to protect those in need draws him to the source of the sound. The closer he gets, the more off everything seems. And..are those furries on the top of that building? What have I gotten myself into, he thinks, with an accompanying facepalm. Oh, boy.

Back in the cold, dreary office building, Sonic wakes up, restless. He feels terrible..he turns towards Danny, wanting to check on him, before quickly finding out that he’s not even present. What a fantastic day this has been. Sonic feels his heart pumping, ready for a run. He has to find Danny, to make sure he’s okay. Unless..he left of his own accord? Shit, what if he actually is weirded out by me..he said something about the unusualness of a guy like me showing up, didn’t he?! Sonic struggles to decide what to do. He knows Danny could be in need, he knows he’s young. And, from what he’s gathered, he’s a bit odd too, but if he needs help, of course Sonic should jump on in for him! They’re “partners in crime” now, aren’t they?

Despite his conscience screaming at him to go, he still struggles to make the choice. What if Danny really didn’t mean anything he said? But..he listens to that loud, desperate part of him. He doesn’t want to lose the only person he’s found here. If he can save or help this kid, someone who accepts him in this strange new place, that’s just what he’ll do.

So, against his “better judgement”, he rushes off, speeding around the town to find Danny. If anything, he should be where it’s quietest or where it’s loudest, since both are eeriest. As Sonic zooms off, going incredibly fast so as not to be seen clearly, he is particularly careful to check suspicious, disturbing areas.

Not long after he began his run, he finds Danny. But it’s quite the weird situation to be in.. cause Danny’s colors are inverted now? And there’s this weird bat guy a few buildings away, with some friends, too.. and a fucking..clown?! What is this shit, bad writing??!

[dracothelizard]

I was tagged by @demolitionwoman-blog for my favorite fics I've written!

Tagging @denizbevan @ferventrabbit @internerdionality @snowballschanceinahandcart and anyone who feels like it.

...I am not sure if there is a maximum? But also I am nearly at 294 fics and uh no one look at my fanfiction.net account.

Anyway, I am choosing a favorite fic from the five fandoms I've written the most for!

British Comedian RPF - Secret Agents, written back in 2010. It is my favourite for reasons that are explained in the author notes :). Note that this fic is archivelocked. As you can see in the author notes, the fic did not start out archivelocked.

Horrible Histories - And The Night Mare Ride On, written back in 2011, but I only published it on AO3 in 2017. It's King Charles II/Sotherby featuring Charles having nightmares about Oliver Cromwell and lots of emotional whump before the comfort part of hurt/comfort kicks in.

Take That RPF - Teaching Epicurus And Other Adventures In Roleplay, written in 2012 for the LJ community and @snowballschanceinahandcart, and published it on AO3 in 2014. It's a Gary/Howard/Jason threeway in which they try (and fail and eventually succeed) to do sexy roleplay. Note that this fic is archivelocked.

Top Gear UK RPF - This one was tricky, okay, because how do I narrow it down? Do I go with the fic where Clarkson is in abusive relationship with his Ford GT? An OT3 fic? One in which Top Gear Dog has a big role? A fic where The Stig Did It? I've gone with Search For A Perfect Threesome which I put on AO3 in 2008 but I presumably wrote earlier for the LJ community. This fic has a plot I used several times in Top Gear fic, which is 'Clarkson has a terrible seduction scheme, puts it into action, and somehow it works'. Note that this fic is archivelocked.

Our Flag Means Death - If you ask me tomorrow it'll be a different one but I've gone with Husbandly Duties because a) it has Ed and Stede being ridiculous, b) Stede crossdressing for a fuckery, c) some silliness from the crew and d) smut.

[possamble]

yes!!! getting good grade in farcille!!!

[mihrsuri]

I meant to write something other than Miss Fisher fic but apparently that is what brain is doing! This is based/inspired by this fic and also is a mix of book/show canon. *

*In the books Rosie and Jack are happily lovingly married with children and grandchildren and Phryne is bffs with Camellia and in a poly v with her and Lin Chung so I was like ‘OT5 everyone is pretty dot gif’

Content Note: sex slavery/rape

“He’s beautiful. I am surprised. Not just beautiful for a policeman - but a beautiful man.”

“I thought you might like to see him - it seemed a waste to dispose of such a valuable piece of merchandise - we don’t come into possession of beauty like this - the kind that is missed when it is held by money.”

They don’t know, Jack Robinson thinks. They don’t know and there’s a relief in it - except of course Phryne. He isn’t worried about Phryne - he’s worried that Phryne will burn the world (except their family) to find him and that Rosie, Camellia and Lin will help.

Unless they think he’s dead but even then. Except every part of him hurts and he knows, knows as a policeman and a spy, knows that they’ve taken him so far that even Phryne must make a great journey to find him.

“You did very well, bringing him to be auctioned instead of killed - here is your usual fee and a substantial bonus.”

There is money changing hands and Jack, ever the Detective notes the man’s accent sounds Sydney. Sounds North Shore. He’s blindfolded and chained securely - he can’t tell anything else (nor can he remember how he got here, a terrifying thought) and whoever they are, they’re clever - the sound has been deadened in here so all he can hear are voices as he pretends to still be in a drugged sleep.