i wonder how long i can keep doing these without adding weapons

i’ve decided that since i read probably way too much fic i’m going to start a huge-ass rec list of my favourites. ones marked with a are my ultimate faves, ones marked with a * are WIPs and i’ve written little notes next to the fics that really left an impression on me. i will be adding to this list as i read new fics! 

categories under the cut: post-canon / canon divergence / AUs / one-shots / PWP

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How to Put on a Wig and Not Want to Die


I am here today to show you how to put on a wig and, well, not want to stab yourself in the eye afterwards. The thing with wigs, is they’re essentially like everything else in cosplay: in order to finish with a good result, you need to start with a good beginning. So, here we go.

First things first, you need your supplies:

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Nocturne | 01

Character: Jungkook x OC (feat. BTS)

Type/Genre/words: Angst, Alternate Universe (Hitman!au, Assassin!au), Smut/Mature Scenes | 8,606 words

Prompts: “What would you find when you keep chasing over the ghosts of your past?”

Summary: It took only one night, one event, for the fate of two children to change. And it took another night, and another event, for Jungkook to finally met her.

Warning: mentions of violence, mentions of usage of guns and weapons, smoking and alcohol mentions, language, includes a little bit of girl x girl scene, graphic smut, mentions of cum play

| Prologue | 01 |

| Music Playlist | Characters |

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Believer || Part I

Words: 1910

Warnings: none at all

SUMMARY: MCU Crossover With Tomb Raider 2013

Request by: Anonymous

Author: Rouge

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Dick Grayson/Nightwing X Reader- Demonstration

Warning: Descriptions of fighting, itty bitty sexual tension.  What else is new?

When the Justice League personally asked you to join the Young Justice team, you had expected it to be more serious.  Your background was not of human origin, but your Amazonian heritage was enough to draw the League’s attention.  Your mentor and sister, Diana, had trained you for many decades as she was trained by the other Amazons.  The story of Diana’s upbringing was well known among the heroes, but they knew little about you.  Zeus had created you as a successor to Diana, to train and raise as her own.  She was your mother from day one, but when you were on the battlefield, she was your mentor.  This is how you were raised, to separate the battlefield from your life, but this team combined the two.

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I love you

Requested by @daenerysstormbornstark (first time Jon and Dany say “I love you”) . Lol I guess I still have more angst to write. Again, the timeline is ambiguous here; Winterfell sometime in Season 8. Boatsex happened but Dany isn’t pregnant. 

“You’re an imbecile. An absolute and complete imbecile.”


She shook her head. “No. I don’t want to hear it.” She considered calling her guards on him; she’d never even contemplated it before but she was sick of all of his explanations. None of them changed the fact that he shouldn’t have done it. “You’re lucky you’re still alive.”

“I came back as soon as I could-”

“So what? You think that makes up for…anything?” She reached the door to her temporary solar and practically slammed it shut, making it rattle in its frame. Jon was forced to draw back before she shut the door on his hand-in her anger, she thought she might have before she could think better of it.

“Listen to me, please-” He was practically shouting through the door.

“I don’t want to listen. What is there to listen to? You and your men left the castle and went North on the suspicion-the very suspicion-that the Night King would be there-”

“Bran doesn’t have suspicions-”

“-and you walked into a trap. You didn’t tell anyone where you were going or why, and you almost died. We almost lost six of our best fighters. We almost lost the King in the North. And now you expect me to forgive you?” She leaned back against the door. It was easier to yell at him when he wasn’t in the room, to not look into those eyes she’d always thought were beautiful and be so taken in by his excuses and explanations. “You told me. You promised that you would be honest. I trusted you.”

That was what hurt her more than anything else. Not the men they’d lost, not the weapons they’d sacrificed, not even the dried blood on his jerkin from new injuries. They’d told each other they wouldn’t keep secrets-and they’d told each other that whatever they had to face, they would face together. No more worrying because they had no idea what was happening to each other.

That promise had lasted little more than two weeks.

She could hear him sigh through the door. “We knew there was a good chance that it was a trap and that’s precisely why we didn’t want to bring along a large contingent of soldiers-”

“You should have brought me. You should have told me where you were going.”

“You know one of us has to survive this. And you’re too important to lose-”

“That’s exactly my point. And you don’t think you are? It’s not your decision to make. Your life isn’t yours to gamble with!” Her voice was practically shaking with emotion and she hated it. She hated the way he made her feel, constantly adding him into her life unconsciously-setting the table for two instead of one, sleeping with his dagger under her pillow, waiting in excitement until the two of them could hold one of their sparring lessons when the rest of the castle was asleep.

“But I can’t gamble with yours. It’s not that I didn’t bring you because I don’t think you’re strong enough, or brave enough. I know you are. And I wanted to tell you, but…we had to leave right away and you were finally sleeping-”

“You could have woken me up.”

“I know for a fact you were up all night the night before last.” She was about to retort when he continued “Yes, I knew it was probably a trap. But I wondered…what if it wasn’t? What if I could stop this-all of this? If I thought that I could, even for one second…I had to make a decision.”

“You chose wrong.”

“I was trying to save you.”

“I don’t need your saving. You made a promise. You made a choice. No more sneaking around. For better or worse, we’re together now. We fight together, and we may even die together. You’re not allowed to pick and choose-” 

“I love you.”

Her voice froze in her chest, and her heart felt as if it had shattered into a thousand pieces. “You can’t…”

“It’s ridiculous. I was never supposed to fall for you. I never meant to, if it’s any consolation. But…I thought there was a chance that I could end this without you being hurt, or killed-or my siblings, for that matter. You have become so important to me…so incredibly important-”

“If you try to protect me, you’ll lose me.” She had to take a deep breath, steel herself; her hands were shaking so hard she could barely think. “Because I love you and it drove me mad when you were gone, when I had no idea what happened to you, whether or not you were alive…we can’t protect each other. Not from this. We can only fight together. You have to understand that, Jon. I am fully prepared to die, but only by your side.”

She loved him. She realized that now; not in the way she had loved Daario, Jorah, or even Drogo, but something deeper. 

She knew that, if she ever had to say goodbye to Jon, she would feel something. It would tear her heart out. 

She hadn’t realized that she’d been so afraid of never loving again that she’d forgotten what love could feel like, and how awful it could be. 

There was silence for a long moment but she knew Jon hadn’t left; she could still hear him, on the other side of the door, breathing and drumming his fingers against the wood. 

“I’m sorry.” 

She eased the door open, determined not to look at him, determined not to let him see the look in her eyes. I love you, I love you, I love you. Do you know what you would have done to me if I would have lost you? “You have to promise that you will never, ever, do that again. If only because you know that I can kill more Walkers on Drogon than you ever can with that sword of yours.” 

He nodded solemnly. “I promise.” 

“You’re too important-we can’t lose you either.” She touched a spot just above his ribcage, where his jerkin was wet to the touch with blood. How had he gotten it-alone in a forest somewhere, surrounded by the enemy, when she had been miles away knowing nothing about it? How had she not felt that he was in danger? How had it not occurred to her? “Please.” 

He tilted his mouth down to hers and kissed her, sweet and tender but also firm. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You hurt me a lot less than you would have if you hadn’t returned at all.” But the words felt hollow in her chest; they were too hard to think, even now. “The world is going insane, Jon Snow-you keep me on my feet.” 

She could feel the shift between them, created only by three small words: I love you. How could they hold such great power? 

They were only three words, but they changed everything. 

Next up: I’m going to work on the spelunking one for 7x04 that I said I would write because I want to make sure I don’t forget before Sunday. I have done my best to stay away from the episode spoilers so it will probably be very different than what actually happens but I just can’t not write about this. 

Accepting prompts here or whenever you have them! 

anonymous asked:

I have a prompt if that's ok? The whole pack incl Erica, Boyd, Isaac, Danny + Liam think that Derek and Stiles (who are bffs) are the perfect match for each other and try to set them up and they try to make Derek jealous by all flirting one by one with Stiles but nothing works so during a pack meeting Danny ups the ante and it works Just not on Derek, it works on Jackson who snaps and kisses Stiles and that's when the pack realises they got it wrong, it's Jackson that Stiles likes not Derek haha

Of course it’s okay, Nonny! Your prompt was really cute and I hope you like what I came up with for it! And I hope you’re still around to see the fic^^°

Beta-read by the wonderful @ohfuckthisshit, who also did some much needed cheerleading! Thank you <3

Five times the pack tried to help Stiles’ love life and one time they did

Subtitled: Alpha knows best

Stackson, 4k, T, no warnings apply

1. Erica  

Erica realises it first: Stiles and Derek are totally in luuuurve.

They have been spending a lot of time together lately; most of the time, Stiles is already at Derek’s when the rest of the pack arrives for pack meetings or movie nights and the like. Their scents have even started to mix! At first Erica thought that they were keeping it quiet, being secretive while the relationship is still new, but eventually she comes to the conclusion that nothing is going on, that they are just that oblivious.


It’s obvious that they need help. And Erica knows exactly what to do - a healthy dose of jealousy has revealed many a secret affection yet.

So for the next pack meeting she chooses one of her lowest cut shirts, the shortest skirt, and her favourite red lipstick. Dressed to kill, she makes sure to bend over a lot in Stiles’ vicinity, cuddles up close to him on the couch, and sucks seductively on her straw. Stiles reacts appropriately for the most part, blushing at her antics, staring at her breasts for an ego-boosting, but not creepy amount of time, and flirting back slightly awkwardly.

But Derek doesn’t really react satisfyingly - he perhaps rolls his eyes a little more than usual, but even now, with Beacon Hills safe and at peace and no danger looming on the horizon, his basic setting is ‘grump’, so there’s no telling whether Erica’s flirting makes him grumpier than usual. The only suspicious behaviour comes from Jackson, who suddenly develops a hacking cough that night. In fact, Stiles might have spent more time asking Jackson whether he’s alright than flirting with Erica.

To add insult to injury, Stiles takes her aside after the meeting to ask whether everything is alright with her and Boyd. And then he hugs her and reassures her that while he appreciates her body, and fuck anybody who doesn’t, he loves her mind and soul, and that there’s no need to use her body as a weapon among the pack. It’s all terribly sweet, and yes, there might be tears and a few more hugs involved.

All in all, Operation: Red Wolf, Trial 1 is an all around fail.

It might be time to call in reinforcements.

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Reddie Fanfic: Bad Medicine II

Summary: In the desolate American landscape, undead Zombies and living Scavengers wreak havoc, but best friends Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak have managed to stay alive in their town of Derry after losing their parents.

When Eddie starts running low on his medications, Richie decides they have to find a pharmacist. Along the way, they run into various other kids who have managed to survive and declare themselves the Losers Club. 

But as they travel further South, they find trouble and they have to figure out how to survive together. 

Pairing: Richie/Eddie (others to come) 

Rating: M (For Violence, Swearing, Character Death.) 

Chapter Title: It’ll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy

Masterlist Part 1

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A Doctor’s Log (Mass Effect: Andromeda)

Summary: Being a collection of impressions, observations, and ruminations, by one Dr. Lexi T’Perro, staff physician on the Tempest. 

Notes: Spoilers abound, but specifically for Liam’s armor request and part of Jaal’s loyalty mission (through the end of “Flesh and Blood”). Pre-romance (incipient Sis!Ryder/Jaal).

This is loose, this is messy, and hopefully, this is funny. There may be more to come, but we shall see! <3

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Entry One:

Our young Pathfinder certainly has a talent for finding — well, talent, in the most unusual places. From what I understand, she found our resident krogan on Eos, slaughtering the local wildlife. I believe he’s wearing the bones of his kills.

And yet, he’s charming, but anyone’s standards. A little gruff, but that’s to be expected. He and Vetra seem to be getting along famously, if what I overhear from the crew’s quarters is any indication.

Cora is still dealing with residual frustration and resentment over the Pathfinder’s role passing from Alec to his daughter, but she is a consummate professional, and after an initial tense conversation with Ryder, has allowed herself to process and grieve in private. I’ve made a note to check in with her — something Cora will be astute enough to recognize — but I foresee no future issues in that quarter.

Sometimes it’s best simply to let time and distance do all the healing work. Harry, if you ever read this, know that I can hear you smirking.

Entry Seven:

Liam continues to impress me — his good humor and willingness to reach out to everyone has defused more than a few potential arguments. I’m rather amazed at how he dismantled what could have been a rather explosive argument over the last of the Fishdog Food Shack nuggets (I shudder to think what was in them, to have lasted so long in suspension!). His loyalty is unquestioned. He’d be an asset on any team, but I’m glad he’s with us.

Ryder stayed in her quarters for an extra forty-three minutes this morning. SAM assures me she was simply working out, but I’ve made a note to watch her stress levels a little more carefully. Excess exercise may be just one symptom of a larger problem.

I do hope they’re able to wake up her brother, soon. Her role is a lonely one.

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“Alien: Covenant”

-I fucking loved this film, utterly and wholly because Ridley Scott let his freak flag fly

-this film is mythological in stature; combining Greek gods, Mary Shelley, Old Testament, haunted houses, the cosmos; goddamn delightful

-as the first shot implies, the android David is our protagonist

-in fact this film starkly makes me realize that he is kinda the whole key to the “Prometheus” saga (which makes it separate from “Alien” saga)
+everyone else plays second fiddle /he is an id for Ridley

-this might be Fassbender’s greatest performance yet; he is given great leeway and pedestals for the character and hits all of them on the bullseye

-I think the little opening mini movie is marvelous; deftly setting up the idea of mortality and creation

-nice to Guy Pierce play Weyland young, allowing him to put his distinctive gravitas stamp on the character

-the shot of David at the piano is a scrumptious shot that exists inside the film and by itself

-the scope of the space station with the yellow sail, immediately tips us off this will be a grand adventure, far away from the tight corridors of “Alien” and very much its own thing, in the 50’s sci fi mold
+I love it

-didn’t expect a person to burn to death in their cryo sleep chamber. A sharp note to unsettle our nerves

-Fassbender plays a second, pretty much identical looking android named Walter, and his very small adjustments become pronounced the more we see him interact, creating a separate identity

-he is much more docile and very tender to the grieving Daniels (the wife of the burned man)

-Daniels is played by Katherine Waterson, who has a moppet look but fierce convictions

-I find her scene mourning his loss and their shattered co life together very moving and well done
+interesting to note a woman getting over a man’s death when often in films it’s very much the opposite

-what is up with both films in “Prometheus” saga making the pilot the most amusing character, and a name actor playing them? Ideas Elba before, Danny McBride killing it here

-I laughed out loud when the Daniel’s ex is revealed to be James Franco; face timing while rock climbing without a safety rope is exactly what his reputation would infer he would do

-I find the use of McBride humming along to the transmission to the tune of John Denver very amusing
+again echoing Elba playing Stephen Stills’ “love the one you’re with” (and I suppose the disco in Scott’s “The Martian”). 70’s music in the 22nd century. Interesting motif

-I like how the film establishes billy crudup’s character as a total chickenshit, unable to handle the responsibility of leading the crew
+interesting detail where it talks about him being super religious, referring to his fellow colonists as “my flock”, leaving him thought to be unsuitable to delegate and survive under pressure

-crudup of course ignores waterson’s perfectly good advice and reservations, which makes me wonder if the morale of the Universe is “He should have listened to her; the story of the cosmos”

-it is very strange to see so such forest and green land in this series

-I particularly like the line “do you hear that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing”

-the chemical warfare of “Prometheus” is very pronounced as the black substance makes its way into the victims ears noses; again, this directly clashes with the Ripley saga but it’s doing its own thing here and and is pretty consistent

-nice little moment as Walter tries to comfort Daniels’ reservations by simply stating “it would make a lovely spot for a cabin” then walks away; contrast to Crudup’s character overselling how great he finds it, and continues to rattle off how over worried he found Daniels, this smothering her and make her apprehensive
+brevity is the soul of wit is set up here

-good god, there is a ton of blood here, a smattering of it

-I find the scene where the first infected strobes out and spurts blood out his back to be effectively creepy

-I’m considering the creature in this film (“neomorph”) a in between. Not as well designed as the giger perfection, but a huge step up from the black sea liquor from “Prometheus”. It is startling and very well directed

-a masterful little shot as a dead colonist is shown partially in frame, his wedding ring clearly in shot, another man cupping his head, and whispering to his mouth “I love you”; succinctly setting up their same sex love and marriage

-the neomorph is definitely far more animalistic in this film. It’s given unhuman like movements, that suggest more primal instincts

-I cannot do justice to the goosebumps I felt as the party was lead by its stranger savior and we see the charred bodies and landscapes

-the stranger savior is at this point revealed to be David (with iggy pop type hair at first) who then hijacks back the film, rightfully so

-immensely hilarious moment as David shoulder knocks Walter, and adds “Hello there, brother”

-David is giving me Dr. Pretorius (“Bride of Frankenstein”)/Dr. Moreau (“Island of Dr. Moreau”) vibes
+ie creators who bent the structure of biology and didn’t care who got destroyed in the way

-there is a long, long scene where Walter and David take turns playing the flute that is frankly worthy of an entire essay in itself

-firstly, it’s a big fuck you to anyone who was dismayed by the flute segment in “Prometheus”
+there it was five seconds, here it’s like 10 minutes and two identical people are doing it at the same time

-secondly, they are playing the fucking theme to “Prometheus” on said flute
+those is self-reference in the scale of Mel Brooks (and makes me think Ridley was grinning during the Sean bean-“lord of the rings” scene in “The Martian”

-the line to Watler from David “just blow, I will take care of the fingering”

-it is revealed that David unnerved people by being so human like in temperament that future versions like Walter were “streamlined”/neutered, so that Walter can play but not compose
+there’s going to be a whole genetic modification bit coming up, but now I realize how eugenics/forced sterilization this sounds

-the contrasting glee in David’s voice and unease in Walter’s eyes as David relates how he was around their creator when he died, and David notes “he was stupid and weak, like all humans”

-the whole scene the camera is robotically swerving around clearly adding to the tension the audience feels in witnessing this unorthodox meeting

-needless to say, the film takes a monumental leap and variance in tone hereafter

-David mentions that Shaw (From “Prometheus”, last seeing going with David as a decapicated head) died, but she was “so kind to me” and David loved her
-“much the same way Walter looks at you” (Daniels disagrees) “oh, does he call it ‘duty’? I know the difference”

-Ridley is really digging into the horror elements of the film as the neomorph comes up the wall and severs a woman’s head, leaving it floating in a full sink
+the neomorph is eating her shoulder, shoring carnivore habits for the time in this universe

-one of the strangest moments (and there will be plenty coming up) where David and the tall albino neomorph are communicating via breathing

-the most emotion David has is when crudup kills it and David screams “how could you?!? He trusted me!”

-crudup has a equally odd non sequitur where he threatens David to “tell me what is going on, or I will destroy your perfectly calm composure”

-this film is bizarre and exploitive in the extreme

-for those that are keeping track, the importance hierarchy is as follows
+we are fucked

- my favorite sequence in the entire film as we see (via David’s memories?) that he dropped the entire payload of black goo/chemical weapons upon an unsuspecting engineer population (who look totally different from ones we saw in “Prometheus” in facial structures and eyes) and they die as the goo descends upon them like locusts.
+it seriously looks straight out of Exodus as God wrecked his vengeance upon Pharioh

-so yes, that was the charred bodies we saw before

-we see the lair of David as it is littered with graphs, illustrations, designs of his work in the goo into the neomorph and beyond
+ his response, dripping with sarcasm: “idle hands are the devil’s anything”

-we are officially one step closer to classic “Alien” universe as the first facehugger is introduced (to kill crudup)

-Daniels is trying to reach Tennessee (Danny McBride) as still others are getting slaughtered, the neomorphs are clearly the hounds to David’s Satan

-line of the film as crudup wakes up to see David, asks him what his religion is, and he responds “Creation”

-a early beta of the xenomorph is here (still not quite Giger 100), as he splits from Crudup’s chest after the question, and he dances, mimicking the moments of David
+David looks like a puppet master pulling the strings

-more facehugger madness as others go after the remaining human sheep

-much like “Prometheus” this multi million dollar film has a strikingly low opinion of humanity
+ at this point, two films in, the expendable nature of the vast majority of people therein is a feature, not a bug

-positively bizarre sequence as David tempts Walter to his side, kissing him(self) on the lips, before ripping out his neck battery, depowering him

-I neglected to mention just before that my second favorite line of the film, after Walter cited a line then asks who did it, David answers Byron but Walter correctly notes
“No, Shelley. If one section of the orchestra is off, it changes the entire symphony doesn’t it?”

-David has officially gone too far

-David coos “no one knows what it is like to dream and be perfect like myself”

-remember early when I said the importance scales? Well, since Ridley seems to see David as a propionate of creation, therefore a creator it would perhaps follow as such

-possibly subliminal moment where David corners Daniels and she’s asks what really happened to Shaw, and David says “this” then forces a kiss upon Daniels
+so did this robot, who was too human for other humans, teach the neomorph to rape?

-Walter is back (they made a few safety measures since David) and this we get to see someone hitting his own face repeatedly
+it is fucking weird to see this brawling action in a Ridley Scott film

-Tennessee is here to save the day, but now the brute pronto xenomorph is here, and this murder is getting more grisly by the second

-David asks Walter to decide whether to reign in hell or serve in heaven as he reaches for a knife

-the sequence where Daniels is held by a straight line as she keeps falling over the side of the ship, swings and shoots at the proto xeno is jaw dropping

-is Tennessee the giant claw dropper of doom as he uses an arm to crush the proto xeno? Seems like it

-you better believe I was eagle eyes to see if it was Walter or David helping Daniels

-aboard the main ship there is a unidentified life form aboard, but where are the co pilots?

-in a scene straight out of the sleaziest slasher from the 80’s (like prime “Friday the 13th”) the co pilots are having shower sex (to some r&b music) when the xenomorph puts his phallic tail between their genitals
+then impale tongue’s the guy’s head. Sexploitation!

-every close up on Fassbender’s face is a mini master class in suspense

-I fucking cannot believe they brought back the xenomorph point of view, the first time since “Alien 3”

-this second proto xeno is slobbering like the cerberus he is

-my heart is pounding like a jackhammer the entire time Daniels is staying barely ahead of the creature

-“care to lend a lady a hand?” might be the mantra of this depraved series

-the subtle continuity of the cabin comes up as her face screams in terror as she realizes David is here, and there are no cabins in hell

-one final twist of the screw as David coughs up some proto xeno eggs and looks upon the vast laboratory of human frogs to dissect

-this film took everything I loved about “Prometheus” and kicked it up ten notches, while adding many many more layers of cosmic craziness. Oh, and blood.
+ I am fully confident the “Prometheus” saga will gain a cult following and be seen as one man’s tremendous exploitation of his own creation(like David?) and a particular, articulate and demented journey into space hell.

-I myself feel the flames get higher and higher, and wonder if I will be making repeat journeys to this particular corner again. I feel it to be so.

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Why do you like Ruby? As in what exactly made you like her

So many things. So so many, I just…Ruby is my ideal heroine/lead character. 

Here, let me explain…

The very first time we meet Ruby, she is standing in front of her mother’s gravestone. Even if we didn’t know that at the time, we knew it was significant. It already grounded her - it gave her character a base. As we’ve gotten to know more about her and seen her talk about/to her mother, it’s only shown more of how much Summer meant to her in such a short time. 

Ruby based her entire look of of her mother, because she wants so desperately to make this woman she barely was able to know proud. She’s perhaps idealized her mother, but that’s okay - it’s made her who she is. Ruby has a lot of baggage and I hope that as the show continues on, we get to see more and more of it. She grew up very lonely, mostly by choice. Not interested in social interaction and not very good at it either. That was incredibly relatable to me. 

Also, she is a bad ass. She is so tiny, but carries around this giant weapon that she loves so much and made herself which is amazing. I have these images of little Ruby up all hours of the night putting this thing together - working on it without breaks until Yang finally has to drag her away to eat and shower and sleep. Ruby’s drive to be a huntress is admirable and yet it’s built so much on this foundation of good. 

The most vital quality Ruby has is her heart. It’s huge and it’s pure. When she talks to Blake about why she wants to be a huntress, it’s perfect. Yes she loves hunting monsters, but she wants to keep people safe. She wants to do her mother proud and protect the innocent - to keep up that fight. Much like the passion with her weapon, Ruby is a character that would have to be dragged away from someone in need. She wouldn’t be able to help herself from helping someone else. Even at her own expense. 

Also, Ruby’s growth (and not just the hair growth which I also love and want MORE). When we first met her, she was a loner who only wanted to fight and be with Crescent Rose and a few weapons magazines. Still, Yang advised her to try and make friends and she did. She tried with the hardest subject she could find in Weiss Schnee and not only did they become friends (along with the rest of RWBY/JNPR/SSSN/Penny), they became almost a family and Ruby would do anything for them.

(ignore the text, old gif, all I have) This brings me to Penny and how important Penny is to Ruby’s story and why I love her. The significance of how Ruby accepted Penny spoke volumes. She didn’t hesitate, not for a second, in just accepting that Penny was a robot and that she wasn’t any less because of that. So much so that even Penny was surprised at how well she took the news. Ruby sees people as they are - good or bad. She accepts it and them and she tries her hardest to make them feel welcome. She did the same with Blake. Blake being a faunus only mattered to Ruby because she thought the ears were cute. That’s the only thing that changed in Ruby’s eyes when she found out. 

Resiliency is one of the greatest things a hero can have, and Ruby Rose has it in spades. She lost so much at the fall of Beacon, most of all her innocence that the world was, for the most part, as good as she wanted it to be. It would have been easy for her, at 15, to drop her fight and succumb to the fact that bad things just happen. She lost her team, her education at Beacon, her sister had even given up. Ruby didn’t - she was determined to continue to fight and to protect the world like she’d always wanted. Her innocence may, at times, be a flaw - but I also think it’s wonderful because it’s so filled with hope. I love hope when it comes to heroes. I want the hero that smiles and laughs and shows they care instead of pretending they don’t.  

She’s funny too, like one of the most underrated aspects of Ruby’s character is just how damn funny she is. A lot of that credit goes to Lindsay Jones, her voice actress, who delivers the lines so perfectly times and even the ones she ad-libs (like Blake enjoying tuna) just bring so much personality to her. Subtle things like answering Oobleck with a “yo” when asked who wants first watch or giggling like crazy at Jaune’s hoodie. She sees the joy in the world, even when it’s dark and I LOVE that. She’s a giant dork in the best way possible.

I cannot begin to tell you how excited I am to see where this girl is going and who she’s going to become. I want to see her develop all of her talents and be the leader and hero she’s destined to be. I love Ruby because she’s good, purely good and not an anti-hero or cliched dark/emotionless warrior. She’s a kid with a gigantic high impact sniper scythe who loves cookies and fighting monsters and will do anything to keep the people she loves safe. 

Good Vibrations (Harry Wells x Reader)

Rating: M (smut)

Summary: After an escaped meta accidentally gives Harry incredible speed, you are both sure to put these newly acquired powers to the test. In the best way possible.

Originally posted by theblackwook

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Befitting of Royalty

I hereby present my entry for the first day of Roman’s week of SandersSides Appreciation Month.

Summary: Roman changes Thomas’ mind palace into a castle for a week. How do the other sides react?

Warnings/triggers: none that I can think of. Let me know if I need to tag anything.

Pairings: none

A/N: I finally wrote something after more than a year of not doing that. I hope you’ll enjoy it, regardless of any mistakes and inconsistencies. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated.

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The Detour

Characters: Rick Grimes, Michonne, Daryl Dixon. Judith, Carl, Glenn and Maggie mentioned.

Pairing: Richonne

Warnings: Bickering, Poor Daryl - might have scared him for life, Dumbass Rick, Implied smut.    

Word Count: 2000ish

A/N: I have tried avoiding this for sooo long. I started watching The Walking Dead with @mysupernaturalfics a while back. Not knowing much about it but JDM is big bad Negan which I haven’t caught up to yet. Ever since Michonne came on I shipped Richonne sooo hard and last when they finally kissed my trashy ass broke and I saw @waywardmoeyy Awkward Moment challenge the day after. So here goes. My first Richonne AND my first TWD fic! I am messing with time a little. I am thinking this is pre Hilltop, but Rick and Michonne are together. I know this trip wouldn’t be possible to squeeze in but it is fanfiction so deal with it. :P

Thanks to @mysupernaturalfics for getting me stuck in a richonne hole but also for betaing for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

It had been a long few days out on the road, filled with nothing but bad luck at first. Rick, Michonne and Daryl had left to go scavenging for food, leaving Alexandria behind in Glenn and Maggie’s capable hands.

Daryl usually liked being out on the road and he had at first on this trip too. Nothing about this world was perfect but out here he felt as if he was making a difference. He was doing something that mattered. Daryl always felt a little claustrophobic being stuck in the town for too long. Being out on the road was a relief. Right up until Rick had started trying to impress Michonne, leading to one dumb accident after another. The latest being a ill advised shortcut which had gotten their van stuck for hours causing Michonne’s mood to turn sour fast.

In case you are wondering a woman’s mood really is contagious, at least when she spend those hours struggling to get the truck loose sassing her boyfriend, who bickered back just as frustrated with himself as she was with him.

Daryl was going crazy listening to them. He hadn’t bothered speaking much since his ill advised comment that he could leave them alone for an hour if they needed a lay. Daryl didn’t scare easy, but he had learned to shut up when Michonne gave him her sideways glare. He liked his head where it was, not on the ground, severed from his body by a sword and badass bitch.

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Love By Any Other Name - Devereauxs_Disease - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

A goofy fic about the different ways to say “I Love You”. 

         “You didn’t come to bed last night.” Will stood in the kitchen, feet bare and eyes red. He’d spent all night waiting for Hannibal’s familiar weight to dip the mattress, only to stare at the door in the dark, straining his ears for any clue as to where the doctor was.

         “I did.” Hannibal didn’t turn around, busying himself with the dogs’ food.

         Will noted Hannibal had made coffee for himself but had neglected to pour a cup for Will. He used to wake up to fresh coffee and kisses each morning, now, Hannibal couldn’t even be bothered to pull out an extra mug. He knew Hannibal had been spoiling him after they fell into bed together six months ago. The doctor fussed over Will’s clothes, left him sappy notes every time he left the house, and couldn’t seem to be in the same room with the empath without nuzzling into his neck. Will had blustered at the attention, rolling his eyes affectionately and smacking at Hannibal’s questing fingers.

         Every amorous assault was a silly imposition – until it wasn’t.

         Will had done his best to spoil Hannibal in return. He washed their cars regularly, added little improvements to the house so Hannibal would have better light for sketching and more counter space for baking. He had spent seven days bothering the older manager of the paint shop until he found a shade of purple exactly like the blooms of Hannibal’s favorite flowers, so the dining room would be perfect. He re-tiled the shower when Hannibal fretted over the quality of the work. Will glared and groused as much as he could, trying desperately to keep the foolish smile off his face as he tried to think of new things to fix or make for Hannibal. Every night, he waited for Hannibal to drag him into his arms for a dance, fussing with embarrassment, but delighting as the doctor spun him around the kitchen island.

         But, just six months into the life Will had just admitted he wanted, and it seemed Hannibal was done with him. The notes had stopped altogether. Kisses and touches that were stolen before were ignored when Will offered them freely. Hannibal barely even set the table anymore, forgoing skulls and flowers, merely shoving a plate and cutlery at Will as they dined in silence. Now, just as he had found comfort in Hannibal’s touch, Will was left in an empty bed and wondering what the fuck had changed in the past two weeks.

         “You didn’t come to our bed,” Will explained, as if talking to a small child. He could feel the rage creeping up his spine, making his head pound and his hands twitch for a weapon. He tamped it down, there had been too much blood spilled in kitchens for his lifetime.

         “I went to my room.” Hannibal began feeding the dogs one by one. As was his ritual, each dog had to sit and wait politely for Hannibal to nod before they were allowed to eat. Will’s cannibal believed in good manners for all creatures.

         “Your room is my room.” Will crossed his arms, feeling the cold of the morning air on his skin. This was the first morning he could remember that his appearance in boxers with ruffled hair didn’t earn him at least a kiss on the shoulder in passing.

         “I know my attentions can be onerous at times, you seemed like you needed sleep.” Hannibal turned to the dishes in the rack, carefully re-washing them rather than looking at Will.

         “How long do I have?”

         “I haven’t thought about breakfast yet, there’s plenty of time to-”

         “You know that’s not what I mean.”

         “When have I ever been so silly as to use obfuscation?”

         Will raised an eyebrow, then shook his head. “Just promise me whatever you do, you won’t hurt the dogs.”

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“I JUST THOUGHT OF ANOTHER haha!! A girl ends up at the ranch (shortly after the Clarks) and she’s this super badass chick that you do not wanna mess with (but is also really nice if you haven’t pissed her off lol) and Troy takes a keen interest in her, noticing that she’s a lot like him” Here ya go anon!

Read before continuing: Mentions of killing and there's a curse word. Enjoy!

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The Truth Concerning Han Solo, a star wars fanfic | FanFiction

I have an hour left of scoundressaturday in my time zone! So here we have a little story where Han is captured and given a truth serum. Even I was surprised by what came out of his mouth! Set in the EU. Many thanks to @jainadurron, the Grand Master of the EU for her help!


“Looking for something?” a voice said from behind him. “Or someone?”

Han stood up. He’d been running, then crouching behind the canister, looking for Leia. He took a frustrated breath and slowly turned around.

“Yeah, I’m lookin’ for the ‘fresher. Guess you must be the garbage boy?” He collapsed as a gun whacked against his skull.

Han awoke, disoriented and confused. His memory came flooding back as the man who had captured him knelt down on the floor beside him.

“Well, good afternoon, Captain Solo. How are you feeling this fine day?”

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anonymous asked:

Noticed that you haven't been posting a lot of fanfic recently (not complaining or judging because LIFE), but just lettin' you know that I love your fics and can't wait for more!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

This made me very happy, anon! You’re right, life has been eating away at my soul as of late, and I haven’t been able to really write much (including missing out jaytimweek WAH). 

I debated even sharing this, but since you inquired, here’s the opening of a fic I was working on for jaytimweek:

last chance to lose your keys
sum: Tim loses his memory. Jason runs out of excuses.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Tim commented quietly from his corner of the room. He watched Jason drop his leather duffle on the ugly, floral bedspread, abused springs protesting loudly under its weight. It sounded dirty, the kind of sleazy noise a person would expect to hear at a pay-by-the-hour motel.

And then Jason unzipped the bag with steady hands to pull out a shiny black handgun.

Tim’s mouth went dry.

Green-blue eyes flicked his way for only a moment before Jason scoffed, his fingers deft and skillful as they twisted in a silencer at the tip of his gun. “Yes, I did.”

The events of the past two days were still an anxious blur in Tim’s mind. He remembered few concrete details on how he ended up in Las Vegas with Jason, a gun-toting, snarky asshole with the kind of face that made Tim want to bite the back of his hand.

At least, he said his name was Jason. Tim couldn’t remember if that were true or not.

He did know some things. He knew his name was Timothy Drake-Wayne. He knew he worked at Wayne Enterprises for bleak stretches of time, attending stuffy, drawn out meetings, the Millennial mouthpiece for one playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne.

But he also knew Bruce’s secret, and he worked alongside him and others to fight crime in Gotham City as Red Robin. He could picture Dick’s sleek, acrobatic fighting style, knew the exact shade of Steph’s blonde hair, could feel the silence that followed Cass around like armour, hear the impatient tone of Damian’s voice.

But this Jason? Tim had no memory of him at all.

“You think I’m a flight risk?”

Jason ignored him, checking for ammo before snapping the clip back into place and cocking the gun with an ominous slide of metal springs. He turned away from his duffel to stalk the length of their room, which was only big enough to fit two full beds and a bulky TV from the ‘90s. When he got to the window, Jason eased back thin, ugly curtains with his gun.

“We’re more than an hour from the next town, and there’s nothing but desert and darkness between the mile markers,” Tim tried again. He already knew there was no point in arguing, but old habits made him try.

Jason laughed again, low and derisive, and flicked the curtains back into place. “Got it all figured out, huh?” He tucked the gun into the holster beneath his jacket, twisting slightly so Tim could see the strong curve of his back. “We got a regular Wonder Boy on our hands.”

The reference irked Tim, made his skin crawl thinking about the things Jason knew about him – and all the things he didn’t know about Jason. The first thing he’d done when he’d come to, soaking wet on the tiled bathroom floor in some swanky hotel room, was call Bruce.

“I’ll tell you more when you’re home,” Bruce had said, his voice placating. There was a long pause before he’d added, “You can trust him.”

“But–,” Tim had tried to argue.

“Leave it,” Bruce said, his voice more clipped than before. “You don’t need to know anything else right now.” He promised to check in on them in the morning, and then promptly hung up.

Clearly, Bruce had chose his words carefully. The reason why felt important.

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