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Up, up and away, away from me
Well, it’s all right, you can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy
Or anything

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Fic Wishlist March - The In-betweens of Sherlock Holmes

For March, I wish for fics describing the in-betweens of Sherlock’s life. I want to learn more about the less exciting aspects of life, and not only about the times when everything’s adrenaline and cases and experiments.

No, I want to read about how Sherlock deals with the tedium and minor annoyances of everyday life; getting clothes that doesn’t upset his senses, shopping for his poncy shampoo, going around and keeping himself updated with his homeless network, finding textbooks on his interests, getting his hair cut, cleaning the ceiling after an experiment gone wrong, going on the tube when the cabs won’t take him or he’s forgot his wallet (but not his Oystercard?) and how he manages when he does need to do errands in the crowded city without a case to distract him from all the information around him.

I want to know how he holds up, what gets under his skin, why he does the little things he does. I got inspired by a snippet from the latest chapter of On The Rack;

“Old habits are still in evidence, as Sherlock slips straight into a booth – his usual choice, as far away from the counter as he can physically get. John joins the queue and ponders for the umpteenth time why he always ends up getting their orders. At that moment, the barista bangs the filter holder twice against the drawer with a sharp metallic clang that cuts straight through the chatter of the early morning crowd. That must be the reason. The sharp noise of the steam, and the machine itself is probably enough to grate on Sherlock’s nerves.”

So this is my wish for March; more of what we Swedes call ‘kitchen sink realism’. The grey and unavoidable existence of everyday life.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I ashamedly present to you what I did instead of the art I’m actually being paid to do (*europeanly shoves this at @forovnix*)

I’m so sorry...

A while back (like a week or so) I asked for prompts because I didn’t have many fic ideas. Many of you sent in requests and I am so grateful!! However, lately I can’t seem to bring myself to sit down and write any of them. 

I feel so crappy about it, and I’m sure one day I’ll get slapped across the face with a way to write them but I just wanted to let you know why it’s taking me so long  to get them done. 

Hope you can deal with me and have patience about this. 

…on the plus side, I’m less than 10 away from my next 100. Which is crazy since I just hit 600 at the beginning of this month.. So thanks for liking my stuff and tolerating the swarm of emotions that has colonized in the creative parts of my mind. 

Okay but what I really want is a fic of one of the Nurses (most likely Trixie) figuring out Shelagh’s dates and it dawning on them exactly what happened in South Africa and them making a subtle comment to Shelagh about it. She’ll take a couple of moments to figure out what they meant by the comment but by the time she’s realised the Nurse has already walked off.

anonymous asked:

so a while ago you had junkrat headcanons, right? with the smile one? i really liked that on, and was wondering if u could write like, a fic or somethin around that? i love your writing its so good!! Thank you for the amazingness <3

Ahh! We thank you! We did enjoy those headcanons, so here’s a small expansion on that for you!

He fiddled with the wires in his hands, trying to connect the colors to the ones in his head and the ones on the contraption he was building. It’s hard to focus, concentrate on them, when he can see you out of the corner of his eye. You fill up his mind, replacing the whirling racing thoughts with just the smile he treasured. Something about it…

It was different than the Junker smiles, the ones that twitched and stretched too wide, or the ones that were more threat than comfort. There was just warmth there. 

Junkrat growled, throwing the mechanism down on the the floor before he stomped his peg leg, running his hands through his dirty hair. He knew the noise would disturb you, and he wasn’t exactly sneaky about looking your way.

He wasn’t sure why you still got so freaked out about his little tantrums, its not like he needed to hurt you again. He hobbled over, back bent, already talking away a mile a minute for you. 

“Don’t know what you’re crying for, ain’t gonna hurt you! I just wanna check your leg, mate, make sure its okay! Got to take care of my treasure!” 

The tears were starting to wet the bandana he’d tied around the lower half of your face, a haphazard smile scribble on it in marker, and he fiddled with his fingers for a moment before reaching for your leg. Alright, he wasn’t as good as he thought he was at taking care of wounds, but Roadhog was strong enough to hold you down while they had severed the brutalized flesh. It was far easier to take care of a stump than that deep damage, and hey, you matched him now! 

He ignored the way you squirmed in your cuffs, trying to put distance between you two, to prod at your bandages. He never shut up, and it grated on your already frayed nerves. Every touch had you flinching, choking on sobs while he shucked your old bandage for a new one. The way he paused to fondle your other leg, though, right above the knee? That had you flailing, whimpering when you hit him with your stump and jarred the healing wound, but his surprised shriek was relieving. 

“Hey! I wasn’t doing anything, no need to get all feisty!” He protested, animatedly bouncing away from where you could reach him. He was still looking at your one good leg, however, and you didn’t like the weird gleam there. He was always crowing about how you matched, your missing leg matching his, but… Something to the wild look in his eyes and the thoughtful twist of your lips had your stomach rolling.

Something told you that you might not match for much longer.

emeraldinkling  asked:

i REALLY REALLY like the Heso AU you came up with. It seems like the most interesting AU ive heard of ngl, i also really like the characters you chose and i can see you doing a lot with them, although I do agree jyushis is a little underwhelming? (hopefully i don't sound rude because I'm not meaning to be at all) and Totty's maybe a little hard to develop I agree but if you're able to do it i feel like it'd be worth it. Aaah just everything i love about this AU so far !!! Keep it up!

thank you!!! I do agree tho like I’m really not satisfied with jyushi’s and totty’s so it’s likely that I’ll change them??? 

I think jyushi’s is underwhelming because while the others are things like a steampunk outlaw, a prince, and a freaking greek god, jyushi’s just… on ice. he’s just an ice skater, not to mention that he’s the only matsu in my fic idea that isn’t a golden set. I think the only reason why I was considering him in the first place is because he sort of ‘stands out’ in that set if you know what I mean, like I kind of chose the others by how much they stood out or how popular they were with the fandom

I chose steampunk oso because everyone loves the steampunk set, I chose poseidon kara because he’s one of the most well-known heso karas, I chose fujio rock choro because not only does the fandom love him but also because he’s the only matsu in that set that actually goes by a unique nickname (JADE) and thus stands out, I chose prince ichi because self-indulgence everyone loves him and he’s the only prince in the recent set that doesn’t have a respective princess (hence the idea that he’s aro/ace), and I guess I went with ice skating jyushi because when I tried to think of heso jyushis that have caught my eye, he was the first one that came to mind (which makes sense, since he’s the most recent set to come out in the game)

as for totty… well tbh magical totty doesn’t really stand out to me but he was the only one I thought of at the time??? I was originally going to go with his seven lucky gods version but I decided against it because I already chose kara to be the god member and it’s hard to come up with personality for a lucky god that isn’t eerily similar to poseidon kara

I’m planning on scrapping these two tbh and I’ll probably go with something else… it’s going to be tough tho like I can’t just grab a jyushi and totty from just any set because there are actually plenty of sets in the game that simply wouldn’t work with the fic, like we have the sports festival set and the animal pajamas set which wouldn’t work because those don’t feel like aus – they’re just the regular matsus dressed up in certain types of clothes. and then there are sets like the calming detective set which… doesn’t really work either because I’m trying to stick with strictly heso aus and calming detective isn’t heso-exclusive

I’ll probably go with mad hatter jyushi from the osomatsu in neetland set if I can come up with something for him… and I’m tempted to go with superhero totty but I’m not sure about that since I’m afraid he’d end up sticking out as the only one who’s from a silver set instead of a golden one

anonymous asked:

I asked for fics similar to 'Shelter and Sanctuary' and realised I didn't explain what it is I really want so: dark fics, featuring twisted two-sided stockholem-syndrom-like unhealthy relationships? preferablly with Volde!won? Thank you so much xoxo

Thanks for letting us know!

Utterly Despicable by camnz - M, 24 chapters - The death of both Voldemort and Harry Potter let the pureblood elite build the world they wanted. One that leaves Hermione in a vulnerable state, which Draco Malfoy is prepared to take full advantage of.

Emperor of the World By: dosiadb - M, 33 Chapters - Voldemort defeated Harry and the Order is in hiding. They are weak, but Voldemort too is growing weaker because Draco Malfoy has created his own resistance with plans to take Voldemort’s place. He is close to overthrowing Voldemort, but when he captures Hermione and convinces her to work with him, he finally has his means to gain all of the power he wants.

Title: Crimson with a Silver Lining
Author: Lady Cailan
Rating: M
Genre(s): Tragedy, Romance, Angst
Chapters: 77
Word Count: 411,902
Summary: It is six years since the fall of the Ministry to Voldemort. Those other than purebloods are deemed less than human. When Ginny’s daughter ends up in grave danger, Hermione sells herself to the Death Eaters to save her life. Draco/Hermione. Not fluffy.

South of Stockholm by Musyc - E, words: 18,311 - Draco Malfoy’s loyalties have always been to himself, and his concern for his own safety is paramount, but when the war ends with Potter’s death and Voldemort controls Hogwarts castle, Hermione Granger finds herself under Draco’s protection. A Gryffindor needs to play a Slytherin’s game in order to save herself and each other.

Master By: AkashaTheKitty - M, one-shot - The war drags on and Hermione Granger is caught and then bought by her old enemy Draco Malfoy. But why did he do that when he obviously isn’t really interested in using her for anything? AU, very ugly themes, ONESHOT!

- Lisa

i decided to participate in at least one day of the Victuuri Week

(illustration to the fic that was originally based on @beanpots AU)


Once I’ve read @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon‘s amazing Victuuri Soulmate AU compilation I just had to draw something from it! So here it is!(finally)
More under the cut <3

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i just want to say to fic readers that big long rambly comments on fics, where you say the things you loved about it and sometimes get capslocky and squeal and use exclamation points and quote parts and praise the smut or the characterizations or the world building or the chemistry or all of the above, comments like that are fucking incredible and every fic author loves you, thank you

hi can I get a fuckin uhhhhhhh

badass, accomplished, intelligent leader Lance who is strong in his own right and doesn’t need to be coddled and doesn’t take shit from others AND PEOPLE ACTUALLY LISTEN TO HIM AND RESPECT HIM

After Padmé dies, a myriad of legends spring up around her, most of the dealing with the strange circumstances of her death. The Empire encourages the ones that say she was killed by a Jedi traitor, while the Rebels favor one that says she was murdered to keep her from fighting back for democracy.

The truth remains shrouded in mystery, as only one person knows what really happened, and her killer would never tell. 

Still, truth matters little to legend and myth, and her story continues. Rebels and Imperials alike claim that she is watching over them, protecting them in their diplomatic endeavors.

The people of Naboo like to tell that Padmé Amidala came to Naboo from either the ocean or the moon, depending on who you ask, a gift from one of the goddesses in Naboo’s hour of need. Once Naboo was safe, she was called back, but should their planet ever need her again, Queen Amidala would return.

Legends about her life are also fairly popular, about how she once fought a nexu with her bare hands, no five nexus! 

About how she tricked the clever Hutts into giving her what she wanted without having to give them anything in return. 

About how she was fierce enough that the Duchess of Mandalore once begged her to renounce Naboo and become a Mandalorian. 

About how she was so kind that the Jedi themselves begged her to teach them of compassion. 

About how she was so beautiful that Death itself wanted her for a bride and stole her away.

There is only one legend about her baby, although there are many variations on it, but all agree on the beginning: One of Queen Amidala’s Jedi friends was there when she died, the High General maybe, and he stole her baby and tricked the doctors into thinking she had never given birth. Just what that Jedi was doing with her baby was a matter of some debate.

The baby was being raised as a prince or princess, to one day rule a planet and rally it against the Empire.

The baby was being raised by poor peasants, farmers maybe, while the Jedi looked on, a silent protector. The baby grew up brave and strong, but with few worries.

The baby was raised by the Jedi, trained to fight the Sith.

The baby was being raised by Rebels, brought up on tales of the need for democracy, and would one day pull the Empire apart with their bare hands.

Darth Vader listened to every single story he could find and stored them away in the deepest corner of his heart.


Viktuuri Rivals AU: Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by @kazliin

‘Where do I begin to tell the story of how great a love can be’

Thank you, for murdering us and happy birthday!! ♡ 

it’s 3 am and i should be sleeping yet here i am making klangsty videos lmao ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

from the first 2 chapters of HGAPFY.


They couldn’t think of something to say the day you burst
With all their lions

and all their might

and all their thirst
They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin
Against the walls

against your rules 

against your skin
My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors

Of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead, 



Not So Shore

A ‘Mortals Meet Percabeth’ fic, with a twist!!
10k words

“Hey, Kelly?”

Kelly looked up from her biology textbook, blinking at her best friend Olivia, who was definitely not doing the chapter review questions they’d been assigned. “What?”

“Do you think there’s something weird about Percy Jackson?” Olivia asked.

Kelly followed her to gaze to where Percy was sitting at the back of the room, leaning back in his chair. He wasn’t doing the review questions, either - instead, he was staring into the fish tank behind his desk. Kelly couldn’t see his face, but his dark hair was ruffled up and he was wearing his AHS hoodie with ‘Jackson’ emblazoned across the back of it.

“What do you mean, weird?” she asked, turning back around to Olivia.

Olivia shrugged. “I mean, just… there’s something strange about him.”

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Inktober Day 06~
Idk if this is a rarepair or not, I just introduced myself to mercymaker and 👌🍸❤️💯