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Growing Fame

summary: A modern AU where the losers are semi-famous for different things, and when they all run into each other at a certain event, all of their fans go bat-shit crazy – wanting the seven to spend more time together. What they didn’t expect even more than that, though, was a well-known and mean journalist to write bad reviews on them all. Their growing fame could soon shrink, they quickly realized.
warnings: nothing, really; swearing.
pairings: not yet decided
a/n: I am excited for this, not gonna lie. To sum up the reasont that they’re famous: Most of the losers are YouTubers. Stan, Eddie, and Bill are this funny famous trio who used to be on Vine. Bev is a make up/FX artist. Mike is a singer on YouTube who’s slowly getting famous. Richie’s in a band. & Ben makes educational history vids with the occasional blog of him & Mike together bc they’re bffs. Hope you guys enjoy!! 

oh & this is like 2.4k words, so beware bc its a bit long.

CH 1 | CH 2 coming soon


Day Off

Mike Hanlon laid on the couch in his apartment – head propped up by cushion, a guitar on his stomach, clothes mismatched from being lazy, and his golden retriever laying beside the couch while the black cat was curled between his feet. He strummed the guitar and hummed a tune of one of his songs with his eyes closed. He was simply relaxing, enjoying the time by himself with his two lovely pets. He could faintly hear his friend in the guest bedroom, an occasional yell being heard that made Mike halt his strumming for a short second before starting again. The dark skinned male had no idea what his friend was doing but he didn’t matter. He had a day off.

A day off from working his ass off to get his EP done for his fans – a surprise for them, actually. Mike was a singer/song writer on YouTube who had just recently been signed a record label deal for the next five years. He had been working on the EP before, but now it’s basically officially official that it will all happen. The work was tiresome, surprisingly. He stood in a studio all day, singing his heart out, and it was fun, don’t worry, but he just couldn’t help but feel that he needed everything for it to be perfect. Besides, he needed one more song plus the name for the EP and he had no idea what to do for those two things.

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Generic godtier effects

What if when you ascend to godtier and enter a new universe, over time, you physically changed. After all, a lot of gods and mythological figures don’t really look human, at least 100%.

Here are some ideas for looking like proper gods!

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Space
- Have small, marble sized satellites orbiting them
- Skin like polished chrome
- Eyes like a galaxy
- Their freckles are stars, if you look close enough. They glow at night
- Hair that seems infinitely thick
- Their freckles are the constellations, the night sky literally looking like them

Time
- Each footstep sounds like a deafening, solitary tick on a clock
- When walking on grass, the grass springs up. When taking their foot off, it withers and dies before returning to normal
- Their breath creates a heat shimmer effect
- Sand trails from their hands and feet, as if they were disintegrating
- An aura of dust
- Patches of rust on their skin
- Their irises are gears or mini clocks
- Everything seem to stop as they approach

Light
- Blood is rainbow technicolor
- Their touch makes things shimmer and shine
- Their skin is naturally radiant
- While touching things, they temporarily turn to gold
- They have skin like stained glass
- They glitter gold dust as they walk

Void
- Have no body temperature
- You can’t sense their presence. You just feel. Nothing.
- Pure black eyes
- Drips black ink
- Dark mist curls around their feet/hands/eyes
- Everything they touch grows darker, but if you look closer there’s a subtle glitter to it
- They have a dark aura around them, sometimes manifesting as horrorterror-esque tendrils
- Have an aura of whispers

Heart
- Eye colors change depending on mood
- Has a visible aura
- When their heart is beating hard, everyone hears it
- Spirits are visible around them
- Multiple arms
- Have crystalline skin
- Skin like cracked glass

Mind
- Teal electricity sparks when they concentrate
- Eye contact with them is haunting, like glass shards against your soul. They see through you
- When around them your thoughts, ideas, and imagination become visible
- Multiple eyes

Hope
- Angel wings
- a halo
- Seems to have angel bodyguards follow them around
- Bleed shimmering gold ichor
- Their presence sounds like faint bells and chimes
- They often have ‘God Ray’ lighting
- Their skin looks like polished stone

Rage
- Black sclera with purple irises
- Demon horns
- Dark purple or black veins
- A halo of violet light
- Their foot steps leave flames
- Sharp teeth
- Eyes like burning coals
- They exhale smoke and embers and have a general smoke aura. Embers cover their shoulders
- Cat/snake/pentagram eyes
- Black crow/raven/bat wings
- Demonic rune tattoos
- A voice like thunder

Life
- Their hair is a bunch of leaves
- Their footsteps make flower bloom
- As they walk, flower petals trail from them
- Has skin like bark or has scales
- Can have any number of animal features like cat ears, a tail, horns, etc
- Vines wrap around their limbs
- Always seems to be healthier than you are, especially on your best days

Doom
- Has a full body tattoo of their skeleton
- Lifeless eyes
- They don’t bleed
- Plants wither, wilt, and die as they walk past
- Their voice is sharp and crisp, like the slamming of a door or the sound of a book hitting the floor
- Green specks and numbers float around them, like the Matrix
- Skin like cold iron, both in touch and texture
- Magic circle tattoos

Breath
- Small clouds form at their feet when walking on air
- When they yell, the wind howls
- Their hair almost like water, gracefully floating and moving
- Their breath is visible like mist or an exhals on a cold day
- As they walk past, they always carry a light breeze
- Their hair is made from puffy clouds
- Legs turn into gaseous mist
- They are incredibly light for the height and weight

Blood
- Blood like liquid shimmering ruby
- In the dark, their veins glow like molten lava
- Their touch feels vaguely familiar
- Their eyes are a deep red, looking at them feels like home
- They have a warm aura, growing in weight and intensity with their anger.
- Their voice always brings a vague sense of nostalgia of home, in a way you cant quite place
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These are just a few of the possibilities and can help steer and direct personal traits and motifs. Of course this is never final or anything, it’s just to help spur ideas

Made partially because I shared my initial Rage list with mod Wren from @prospitsisters s and they started having ideas for others, so naaaturally I had to do stuff for others too.

They made an effects list too! Go check it out!

Three Is Good Company [m]

Genre : Smut / Threesome 

Summary : In a series of perfectly placed moments you witnessed something you probably weren’t supposed to see.

First of all, you didn’t mean to see it. It just happened. Literally. You were at the wrong place at the wrong time…maybe right place but still, you weren’t supposed to see it. But then why was his door open!?

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I want to seee all of the DAI companions as cats.

Cole is the kind of kitten where you’re always wondering how??? they got in there/up there/did that??

Varric is a talker, a noisy cat, always meowing affectionately, especially at the other cats, and sometimes you swear you can understand him.

Sera is a troublemaker. You don’t have to wonder which cat knocked your plant off the sill, it’s always her.

Vivienne is very dignified, does not like to be petted, and is constantly judging all of your life choices, but will hover if there’s someone around you don’t like and is not above using her claws.

Cassandra is the cat that thinks she’s a dog, specifically a guard dog, and loudly hisses and yowls whenever someone strange is at the door. But she’s also the cat that is curled up at your feet every night, purring.

Dorian is vain, always grooming himself, and the most affectionate, constantly butting his head under your hand for attention.

Blackwall is quiet, you often forget he’s there, but if you’re having a particularly rough day, he’ll come purr in your lap until you stop crying.

Solas is the weird cat. The one that definitely sees ghosts and definitely freaks you out by staring at nothing and randomly hissing. Second only to Dorian in demanding attention.

Iron Bull is huge, and so fluffy, the most fluffy. He likes to laze around in sunbeams and is the most willing to play with Cole and Sera when they’re feeling rambunctious.

The Innsmouth Look, as described by H.P.Lovecraft:

There certainly is a strange kind of streak in the Innsmouth folks today—I don’t know how to explain it, but it sort of makes you crawl. You’ll notice a little in Sargent if you take his bus. Some of ’em have queer narrow heads with flat noses and bulgy, stary eyes that never seem to shut, and their skin ain’t quite right. Rough and scabby, and the sides of their necks are all shrivelled or creased up. Get bald, too, very young. The older fellows look the worst—fact is, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a very old chap of that kind. Guess they must die of looking in the glass!“ -some racist old dude

When the driver came out of the store I looked at him more carefully and tried to determine the source of my evil impression. He was a thin, stoop-shouldered man not much under six feet tall, dressed in shabby blue civilian clothes and wearing a frayed grey golf cap. His age was perhaps thirty-five, but the odd, deep creases in the sides of his neck made him seem older when one did not study his dull, expressionless face. He had a narrow head, bulging, watery blue eyes that seemed never to wink, a flat nose, a receding forehead and chin, and singularly undeveloped ears. His long, thick lip and coarse-pored, greyish cheeks seemed almost beardless except for some sparse yellow hairs that straggled and curled in irregular patches; and in places the surface seemed queerly irregular, as if peeling from some cutaneous disease. His hands were large and heavily veined, and had a very unusual greyish-blue tinge. The fingers were strikingly short in proportion to the rest of the structure, and seemed to have a tendency to curl closely into the huge palm. As he walked toward the bus I observed his peculiarly shambling gait and saw that his feet were inordinately immense. The more I studied them the more I wondered how he could buy any shoes to fit them…   As I looked at him I saw that the back of his head was almost as hairless as his face, having only a few straggling yellow strands upon a grey scabrous surface.“ -the racist protagonist of the story

Now, take a look at:

Narrow head: impossible to determine due to art style

Flat nose: ✔️

Bulgy, stary eyes that never seem to blink: ✔️

Scaly skin: ❌

Thin, stoop-shouldered: ✔️

Gills: ❌

Dull, expressionless face: ✔️

Underdeveloped ears: impossible to determine due to mysterious hair

Large hands, tendency for fingers to curl toward palm: ✔️

Huge feet: ✔️

Bald/patchy, scraggly hair: ❌❌

Now, it’s well known that the Innsmouth look develops over the course of a person’s life, with young children looking entirely human and adults showing the full list of features and then becoming full Deep Ones. So let’s look at the family:


Youngest daughter, totally human within standard anime margins. Younger brother, slightly less froggy than Tsuyu. Mother, extremely froggy except for the hair (might have quirk similar to her daughter, or might wear a wig), conceals her webbed fingers and claws with adorable long sleeved sweater. Father, literally just a deep one in slacks and tie.

Theory:

Tsu-chan is not in fact a human with the [frog-form] quirk. Rather, she is a deep one (or rather hybrid), with the [mysterious hair] quirk. Following the appearance of quirks in the majority of the human population, the deep ones were no longer confined to isolated fishing villages out of fear of oppression under humanity, because even their oldest and most developed representatives could suddenly pass as humans with a Quirk. Tsuyu grew up in a world where humans and fish fiends could live together in peace all around the world, and vowed to protect it as a hero so that her people would never again suffer the horrors she’s heard in her parents’ stories (like the massacre at Devil’s Reef). And since a good hero never reveals all of her tricks, she has progressed thus far using only the natural abilities she inherited from Mother Hydra and Father Dagon; the true powers of her [Mysterious Hair] remain concealed.

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Ace Dex combating the casual aphobia that we all deal with at some point.  

“Dude, you’ve never done the nasty?”

Dex rolled his eyes, hard. Whiskey’s tone was just this side of shocked, and it made Dex was to take back the fact that he had said anything at all. It wasn’t exactly that he expected the team to be more understanding than other people, but he hoped that was the case, anyway.

On top of that, Whiskey managed to catch the attention of Ransom and Holster, who were walking past, heads close together.

“Wait, what’s this about someone never smuggling the ol’ bone?”

Ransom gave Holster a critical look, then grinned in that way that only someone on the wrong side of tipsy can. “Playing hide the sausage.”

Holster countered quickly with, “Making the beast with two backs.”

“Assault with a friendly weapon.”

“Entangling the lower beards.”

“Joint sessions of Congress.”

Holster held out a fist. “Bro, pound it out for that one.”

With a solemn nod, Ransom offered tapped his fist to Holster’s. Dex hoped that their (truly awful) back and forth would distract them from what was going on, but instead they plopped onto the couch to join in the conversation. Well, they pushed their way onto the couch, which was already too full, Ransom on one end and Holster in the middle of Nursey and Dex.

Whiskey pointed in Dex’s general direction, and told the captains, “Apparently, Dex has never had sex.”

Holster threw a big arm around Dex’s shoulder and turned toward him. Dex could smell tub juice wafting off of him. “Dex! My dude. My man. Bro. We gotta resolve this.”

“It’s not a problem. There’s nothing to resolve.”

On the other side of Holster, Dex could see his boyfriend’s concerned face. Nursey knew that Dex’s sexuality (well, his asexuality) was still a touchy subject. On the best of days, it was hard for him to have a conversation about. On the days after a game loss and with a group of drunken and less than subtle frat boys, well…. Chances were that it wasn’t going to go well.

“No, but Dex. Dexy. Dex. Sex is so good. Tell ‘im, Rans, tell him about… Shit, what’s a good one for Dex? Crab fishing in the dead sea.”

Dex scrunched up his face. “Dude, that’s fucking gross. And no, whatever fucking euphemism you use, the answer is no.”

On the other side of Holster, Nursey stood up and held a hand out to Dex, and yeah, that sounded like a better idea than having a discussion about life choices with a very drunk Holster. Dex pushed off the couch with a solid fist to Holster’s thigh, maybe a little harder than strictly necessary. He followed Nursey under the caution tape and up the stairs to Chowder’s room.

They spent the rest of the not-kegster (because apparently it could only be a kegster if they won the game) hiding out, watching Brooklyn-99. Dex could feel Nursey sending him concerned looks, but he ignored them. They fell asleep together, cuddling on the thin mattress.

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Sanctity [m]

genre : smut / demon!Yixing
summary : You’re a preachers daughter, the image of virginity and holiness. He, on the other hand, is anything but. He’s a demon and you’ve accidentally summoned him.

“You know, I thought you would’ve held out longer,” he sighed in blatant faux-disappointment. 

“The holiest ones are usually more tough, not you though. Only a day and your back like a keening kitten, I have to applaud myself.” he finished.

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We Are Young: Chapter 14

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

Warning: NSFW

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“Can you hurry up and pick a movie already?”

“Well. Maybe if you just told me what you wanted to watch instead of shooting down all my suggestions-”

“I picked last time. It’s your turn now.”

“You can’t say that and then complain about the movies I pick.”

“Fine.” Aelin leaned back against the couch. She crossed her arms and legs, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips. “Take your time. Besides, I’m enjoying the view anyways.”

Aelin smiled to herself as her eyes drifted to Rowan’s ass. Yeah, she was definitely enjoying the view. She’d actually be fine with spending the night staring at Rowan’s ass instead of watching a movie.

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So my cat curled up beside my feet for a nap so I decided to scoop her up and lay her on me and not even 5 seconds later she was instantly asleep. INSTANTLY!! She was even snoring!!! My mash potato baby!! I love cats so much!! 😭😻❤️😸

When Quiet Is Violent - Part 2

Masterlist  -  Part 1  -  Part 3

Summary: You’re retired, living a quiet and secure life when your ex, Steve Rogers, turns up on your doorstep with his best friend, seeking refuge. (bucky x reader, enhanced reader)

Prompt(s): Okay I know I already wrote Night Walks with these prompts but I really wasn’t happy with it, so here is attempt #2. @pandarositarequest: 93 and 94… but Reader being upset rather than Bucky?

93.“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
94. “I had a bad dream again.”
Plus anon request: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”

Warnings: swearing, nightmare, that’s about it. :)

Word Count: 5168 (woops…)

Author’s Note: Okay team, enjoy the fluff while you can… 

Originally posted by you-didnt-see-that-cuming

The next morning you’d woken early, it was bright and damn cold. Snowing again. But Bucky was warm, and breathing slowly and softly and you didn’t want to move, wishing you could stay there where you’d fallen asleep, tucked close to his side long into the morning. But there were three people to whom you certainly did not want to explain this situation so you dragged yourself as quietly and gently as you could away from Bucky’s sleeping body beside you.

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A Letter from You

AN: @whitechocolateperfection Thanks Emily for requesting and advising as always :) and @teen-mendes you know why 


Originally posted by anthony-samaniego

It’s laying under the flower pot at your front doorstep. There’s a small rock set on the opposite corner, like the pot isn’t heavy enough to keep it down.

Leaning over, you take it from its hiding space, realizing it’s a letter. Your name is written across the white in black ink. The handwriting is familiar. Something you’ve seen in journals and lyrics written quickly on newspaper or paper towels when his phone was too far away. You found parchment in your purse from the small train you took in Amsterdam. The song turned into roses. Who knew one lyrical line would’ve turned into your favorite song.

When the door is unlocked and your bag and keys are on the hook, you take a seat by the window. Your cat is curled up at your feet, stirring in her sleep.

The envelope is sealed, but you don’t go to open it as quickly as you should. The lip feels heavy, straining your shoulders. The breakup is still fresh, too fresh to read his letter. Maybe he wants to get back together.. maybe he’s about to show up with a bouquet of tulips and a single white rose- the only way you’ll accept flowers. Maybe it’s actually from Aaliyah, or an old friend from college. It was your birthday just last month. It could be a forgotten gift and the writer was too embarrassed to give it to you, face to face.

“What am I waiting for?” You ask yourself, knowing the longer you wait the worse the pain in your chest will feel. The words he spoke will never leave. They’re tattooed in your mind..anyone else would’ve found it beautiful, poetic. For you? It was tragic.

‘Y/N,

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This is my cat Pepper (he also answers to ‘Peps’, ‘Pepperino’, 'Cat’ and when he’s been v naughty 'Shitbag’). I’m currently away from home studying so my Dad sends me a picture of him pretty much every day so I don’t miss him too much and i think this is my favourite. I like to show people and play 'real or bad taxidermy’ with them.
He doesn’t always look this spoopy though, he is most often either following me around the house or curled up on my feet asleep (he’s a weird mummas boy). Also v good at hunting and is the biggest badass on the block so he’s king of the neighbourhood and a seasoned warrior. All around good guy. Very soft and friendly.