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There we go. Everybody more or less basecoated. Also happens to be what I’d call ‘tabletop standard,’ mostly. I’d throw a black wash on the metal first but yeah. Also also happens to be about what I would have called 'done’ when I first started out. I now find that hysterically funny- I’m just getting STARTED on these guys. Oy.

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The Tale Of Lucky and Bright Eyes
By Organization for Transformative Works

Zayn is the editor-in-chief of his university’s literary magazine who is dragged to a party by his best mates and meets Niall, a carefree, frat boy with whom he is instantly enamoured. Soon after that party, someone starts writing anonymous love poems to him and sends them to the magazine.

Written By: YinAndYangOnIce

oneshot + friends to lovers + angst

Notes: I can’t believe I had gone this long without reading such an iconic fic but here we are. A great starter for getting into the ship, despite it being a couple years old. Niall’s poetry in this is actually stunning and while it’s a little cheesy, I loved it. Angst is sad but not terrible - the rest is a fluff-fest.

- Marnie

Starting to work on the Volkite charger mans, by which I mean they’re stuck onto pill bottles and washed with Drakenhof Nightshade to bring out the details. After they dry I can start painting them in earnest.

Not sure what color I’m going to make the radiator coils/inner barrels of the Volkite weapons. Maybe red/orange because heat ray. Maybe lurid green, because Ray Gun ™. Opinions?

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the one direction ghost adventures au of my heart:

louis: “FIGHT ME IN THE DARK” talks shit at the ghosts 100% of the time. tries to scare the other boys. a ghost touched his ass one time and he squealed and hid behind liam. 
niall: about as psychically sensitive as a block of wood. a literal ghost could show up behind him and pants him and he’d be like “haha louis that’s a good one how’d you pull that off?” completely unfazed by the most terrifying of encounters.
zayn: all around tech specialist. stays at base camp and monitors the cameras, because there is absolutely 100% no way he’s going into a dark tunnel by himself, thanks.
harry: “can really feel the energy in here, you guys. there’s so much sadness here. can’t you feel it? can you feel her presence? i’m getting a name, i think…” probably has a spirit guide.
liam: Takes It Seriously. he saw a ghost one time and he has a mission! he wants to prove it to the world and the scientific community at large!! this is Real Science you guys!! Stop making fun of the literal demon, louis, do you want to get possed?!! (but, also laughs at louis for approximately 84 years when he shrieks and goes into a karate pose after bumping into a door) 

Ripple

Summary: Phil has a cheating boyfriend. Dan is a poet with a crush, facing an ultimatum.

Genre: University AU (poet!Dan)

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, swearing, many elements of angst, implied smut, vague implication of abuse (only two lines)

Word Count: 33.6k

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My choice for fifth place is the story ‘Receipts’ by @surlybobbies!

I can always appreciate a good Dean/Cas finally getting together in canon!verse fic, and this is totally something Cas would do. Really sweet and well written!

I don’t follow you yet, so you’ll get a follow back as a bonus! Congratulations, and everyone should go check out your writing because I saw some lovely things there! 

Dean walks into Cas’s room, holding his phone to his ear. “How the hell am I supposed to know where you put it, Cas? I’m never in your room, which, can I just say, is a goddamn pigsty - “

As he listens to Cas’s slightly indignant reply, he wanders over to Cas’s desk, where rumpled pieces of paper litter the surface in a semicircle. Out of curiosity, he picks one up. It’s a receipt dated a few months ago for two bacon cheeseburgers at some diner in Minnesota. Dean shifts his phone from his ear and places it on speaker.  

“-be right near the lamp on my bedside table - “

“Hey, Cas?”

“Did you find it?”

“Nah, but uh - why do you have so many old receipts?”

There’s silence.

“Cas? You still there?”

On the line, someone clears his throat. “Uh, yes. I’m still here.”

“So? The receipts? I mean, it’s cool, but it doesn’t really make sense. We’re not exactly paying taxes, buddy.”

There’s another pause, just a little too long to be innocent. Finally, Cas says, “No reason. Now, can you please look for my cell phone? Sam says you’re a waste of his minutes.”

“Tell him he’s an asshole,” Dean says, rolling his eyes. “I’ll text him if I find it.”

Cas hangs up. Dean pockets his phone and casts an eye over the messy desk, where still more receipts are spread out. Something compels him to pick up another one, cleaner and less rumpled than the rest. It’s only a few weeks old, from a diner Dean and Cas visited on the way back from a particularly rough hunt. Two more burgers, two cokes, and one slice of apple pie. Dean smiles. Cas had ordered him the apple pie.

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lovedreamsselfesteem  asked:

for your dialogue prompt: 43 or 69 for dexnursey!

Dex/Nursey #69 from this prompt list

Also on AO3.

Dex knows something’s wrong when he gets a full week into summer break without hearing from Derek Nurse even once. Not a drunken text, not a stray emoji in the group chat, nothing.

It shouldn’t bother him. He doesn’t care. Except that it’s unusual for Nursey not to go out of his way to keep up with his teammates, not to go out of his way to poke at Dex in particular, and so Dex is…

Well, “worried” is too strong of a word. It’s only been a week. Nursey is probably just off gallivanting around Europe with all of his rich Andover friends and hasn’t had a sober moment to spare a single thought to the SMH or to his fellow d-man.

Which is fine. Whatever. Dex doesn’t care. 

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Fourth place goes to the story ‘Unwritten’ by the lovely @thebloggerbloggerfun 

What can I say? This soulmate AU absolutely warmed the cockles of my heart! Also love how at the end it wasn’t immediately all sappy and rainbows, and that you instead chose a more realistic approach for their first meeting. 

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Dean had heard this story a thousand times already.

“- and as soon as I saw her I said,” Sam continued with a breathless laugh, “Ma’am, I’m sorry but you can’t leave the library through the fire escape.” He looked over at Jess who smiled coyly and lifted up her pant leg to show those exact words imprinted across her calf like a tattoo.

“So then what did she say?” Anna asked, obviously enraptured by the story of how the two soulmates had met just a few days before.

Sam grinned slyly and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt to pull it aside, revealing the words “Watch Me” marked on his skin.

“Then we kind of just stopped and stared at each other for a while once we realized what had happened.”

“You don’t know how many library fire escapes I’ve used over the years trying to find him.” Jess said with a playful slap against Sam’s shoulder.

Dean watched as Sam gazed into Jess’s eyes with more adoration than he’d ever seen his brother give to anyone.

They were obviously perfect for each other.

“Excuse me,” Dean mumbled, and pushed his chair out from the bar counter. Faintly, he could hear Jess asking Sam if they’d said anything wrong as he swung the bar door open to leave.

He could almost imagine Sam’s practiced speech.

“No,” he’d say. “Soulmates are just a touchy subject for Dean. He - he doesn’t have one.”

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