Hey, I know nobody really likes me, I always feel real bad about it. So I wanted to try and start something. Reblog this and tag it with somebody on tumblr you really like, just to let them know that they aren’t alone and they are loved. I’ll start @smol-little-shortcake
Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.
Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts. Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done. Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work. Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted. Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy. Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive. Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes. Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight. Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days. Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.
I wanted to continue what @That-Punny-Cookie started, even if it was my other account that I deleted, I had a feeling nobody would believe me and all.
Just saying, the One-Shot wasn’t supposed to be submitted, it was a draft ;w;
But, just saying, the day I found out you replied…
I WAS JUMPING OVER MOON ;;;;;W;;;;;;
I WAS OVERWHELMED WITH HAPPINESS! O-O
I FELT LIKE I COULD PUNCH THROUGH A WALL
I WAS THAT PUMPED WITH HAPPINESS
(Also- YOU GOT HIT BY THE TRAIN NUU ;A; WE LOST A SPECIAL PERSON!)
Error poked the chocolate softly.
It looked yummy.
And Error wanted to eat something.
Error gently picked up the chocolate while Ink watched, curious for what his rescuing to chocolate will be. Error took a small nibble of the chocolate (that wasn’t wrapped) slowly and cautiously. His eye lights lit up slightly at the sweet taste. Instead of chomping down the chocolate greedily, Error instead took quick but small nibbles of the chocolate. Ink giggled at the small glitchy child.
”Hey, what’s your name?“ Ink asked, “I’m Ink. You can call me anything but shorty.”
Error looked up at Ink, blinking a little, putting down the (very tasty) chocolate bar.
Error sat down a little more properly, sitting on his bum. (Is that more proper, or does it not make a difference? I don’t know, whoops-)
“My NaMe iS Error,“ Error murmured softly. Ink leaned in a little, humming in question. “What did you say?” Ink asked politely. Error tooonin a deep breath and looked Ink straight in the eye with slight bravery.
”Error,“ Error repeated confidently, “My NaMe Is Error.”
Ink smiled brightly, crawling closer to Error. ”That’s a great name! Do you mind if I call you … Hmm … RuRu, perhaps?“ Ink asked. Error rose his ‘eyebrows.’ “WhO Is ’RuRu’¿” Error asked back. Ink giggled, scooting a little closer to Error.
“Your RuRu, silly!“ Ink smiled, pointing to Error. Error pointed to himself, “mE¿ bUt, I’m ErRor!” Error protested, “nOt rUrU!”
Ink grinned, “If I call you RuRu, you can call me anything you want. If you like, you can call me shorty, even if I’m taller than you,“ Ink suggested, scooting until he was normal length from Error.
Error puffed his cheeks and and crossed his arms, “I-i’m nOt GonNA aLwAyS bE shOrT! I-i’lL grOw Up!“ Error huffed, “i’lL grOw Up TO bE tAlL!”
Ink rolled his eyes playfully. “Suuuuuure. Hehe. Anyway, want to leave this awful place?“ Ink asked Error. Error gasped and stood up quickly, “yEs PleAsE, InK!” Error smiled, which Ink returned. The artist stood up, and realized how short Error was. Even wearing shoes, Error was just a little shorter than Inks elbow.
’Oh my gosh,’ Ink squealed internally, ’He’s so short!’ Ink internally fangirled at how cute Error is. ‘But, I also wonder, will Error be able to go through the portal himself?’ Ink asked himself. He shrugged and opened a portal using his paintbrush. Almost immediately, Error hid behind Ink.
“WhAt Is ThAt… ?” Error asked nervously, grabbing onto Inks clothes. Ink turned a little, looking down at the nervous child.
“That, RuRu, is a portal. It will take us away from here,” Ink smiled happily. Error still hid behind Ink.
The artist turned around completely, grabbing Error and placing him onto his hip. Error squeaked and grabbed onto Ink for his dear life.
Ink looked at Error, “Are you ready? We’re going to walk through the portal.“ Error nodded, grabbing onto Ink even more tightly.
’He might fall asleep when we go through the portal,’ Ink thought, ’Probably because of his unsteady magic.’
After that thought, Ink stepped through his portal, entering his guest room in his home.
Which was thankfully not covered in enough papers to not be considered a room anymore. The room was quite plain. If had a twin sized bed in the middle of the room, pressed against the wall. On the right of the bed was a desk, papers and pencils scattered around the wooden surface. It was a plain looking room as mention earlier.
Ink turned to check if Error had fallen asleep.
Yup, he is.
Ink picked up Error and placed him onto the guest bed, tucking him in.
Ink sat next to Errors bed, just in case Error wakes up and gets scared, or something along those lines. Ink wants to be next to the glitchy skeleton, he wants to know if he’s okay, he wants to make sure nobody is messing with Error.
The artist stroked Error’s head in a comforting manner, hoping too sooth the skeletons nervous nerves from going through portal earlier.
“I will watch over you, no matter what. Your my small little dork.”
Before y'all start screaming about stuff I messed up
I thought that Error wouldn’t have hapephobia(? Is that his you spell it?) because he wasn’t stuck in the void for a heck of a long time. So he didn’t mind the touching. (Or, maybe I didn’t want to write angst/feels ;w;)
(I’ve gotten sucked into child!error x Ink to the point where I’m drawing them in class XD)
“You know what it was like for me? I had nobody. Everybody left. I knew all those showbiz phonies would turn on me. Sure. But you? I don’t care about the job! I did fine. I had a good life. But what I needed then was a friend, and you abandoned me. And I will never forgive you for that. Now, get the fuck out of my house.” - Herb Kazzaz, Season 1 Episode 8
“Don’t. Don’t you dare. If you are not out of my driveway in thirty minutes, I will call the police. And if you ever try to contact me or my family again, I will fucking kill you.” - Charlotte Moore, Season 2 Episode 11
“You can’t keep doing this! You can’t keep doing shitty things, and then feel bad about yourself, like that makes it okay! You need to be better! You are all the things that are wrong with you. It’s not the alcohol, or the drugs, or any of the shitty things that happened to you during your career, or when you were a kid. It’s you. All right? It’s you. Fuck, man. What else is there to say?” - Todd Chavez, Season 3 Episode 10
“Fuck you, mom. Look at you, you old piece of shit, rotting in a nursing home! Now I have the power!” - Bojack Horseman, Season 4 Episode 5
***Here we go. My personal favorite fics that I’ve read so far (in no particular order). I’ll update this post from time to time to add new ones. So please let me know if you enjoyed this and would like to see me continue with rec’ing fics.***
you really think it’s going to work? I know they are good,” Hodge
sighed, “but that’s a lot of egos we need to get to work together.” “It will work,” Luke said with assurance, nodding. “They can do it.”
which Luke Garroway and Hodge Starkweather put together a team of
world-class thieves to steal from Valentine Morgenstern and everything
goes according to plan. Or not.
Homicide detective, Alec Lightwood has seen and heard it all in his
eight years with the NYPD. but he never expected billionaire playboy,
Magnus Bane. Magnus is a suspect in a string of prostitute homicides and
Alec must walk a fine line between procedure and the overwhelming
desire he feels for his prime suspect.
THE INTERN by Master of Unlocking [ E | AU | 5.2k | complete ]
“You’re a sexual harassment case waiting to happen, you
know that don’t you?” Catarina says by way of greeting. Magnus tears
his eyes away from the way the intern is licking powder sugar off his
is a former ballet dancer, Magnus teaches contemporary and jazz. They
meet and pretty much fall head over heels–but of course it is no easy
love. Because both carry a whole lot of personal baggage with
One charming doctor takes on his toughest challenge yet: the infamous
case of Robert Lightwood, a prince who refuses to exercise after an
accident leaves him in a wheelchair.
However, he didn’t see the second challenge coming: falling in love.
Magnus finds himself thrown into a world of stubborn royalty, he finds
himself falling for the esteemed heir, Alec Lightwood. With loyalties to
his family overthrowing his heart, Alec too is drawn to the alluring
doctor, but can a doctor and a prince overcome the distance?
When Magnus Bane bought the space for his dance studio, Pandemonium, he
had no idea that the wall between it and the MMA Training Gym next door
was so thin. Neither did he realize that a dispute over the loud music
would lead to him becoming involved in the world of MMA and, more
importantly, guide him to the man who would end up changing his life.
Alec, a wounded soldier, moves back to New York to heal and get over his
love for his squad mate, Jace. While there, he meets Magnus Bane, the
promiscuous and seemingly callous eyes and ears of the city. Will the
two be able to heal each other?
Alec did not smoke. He hated smoking. He hated everything about it, from
the smell to the taste. Yet, there he was, at ten in the evening,
buying cigarettes at the grocery shop down the road for the only purpose
of having an excuse to hang on his balcony and talk to his very
handsome and very taken neighbor. Alec felt really stupid right now.
“This is a disaster.”
Magnus winced and turned in a flourish to give Alec a wide, innocent grin.
“I’m sorry?” he offered sheepishly, eyes shining under the dim lights of the cabin.
“Don’t you dare give me puppy eyes right now,” Alec groaned. “We’re stuck on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere because of you.”
Alec has just moved in with Magnus and the adjustment has been anything
but easy. They find themselves in the middle of a heated argument, so
damn it why does Magnus still find Alec so fucking irresistible?
Alec Lightwood is sick of being the family disappointment. When his
father tells him that they have an upcoming family get-together, he
decides that the best way to impress people will be to have a boyfriend.
Now he just has to find somebody willing to pretend with him.
Magnus and Alec are friends. Alec is in love with Magnus. Magnus is
oblivious…and in need of a fake boyfriend. (Or the one where Alec
pretends to be Magnus’ boyfriend because he doesn’t know how to say no)