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I admit: I’m a Clexa fan.

But believe me there’s some seriously good stuff on ao3 for them. If you haven’t read these already- i tried not to pick the obvious- then read them. They’re so beautifully crafted.,

Heavy Lies the Crown series by Viridicus

Rise Into Ruin by crazywisdom

i sing the body electric by nightshifted

Regium Maris by Vesalius

blood rush in the hazy glow by firetestsgold

pump mud through my veins by wariangle

Well-plotted, well-executed and just gripping. 

Back From The Dead

Title: Back from the dead
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Plot: Reader died a few years ago and is now back. She doesn’t know how or why she’s back. She finds Dean and asks for help. 
Warnings: None?
Note: It’s kind of like my last one but the roles are switched. Also I’m planning to do part two of it if you guys like it. Feel free to give me feed back on how it was or any ideas. I’m also taking requests now(: 
Thank you for reading x


Five years felt like five centuries. Before it seemed as if the day went by super-fast and it even had a hint of excitement to it. Dean’s days and your days were filled with happiness because you guys had each other and loved each other more than anything else. That also stopped five years ago. The days went by so slow now and everything was just plain to him. They were filled with gloominess, sadness, pain and guilt. The fact that he’d pulled you into this life was his greatest mistake. He spent many nights wishing that he had never brought you into this life. If he hadn’t, maybe you would’ve still been alive. Or maybe, Yellow Eyes would’ve still found a way to use you as his bait to get to him.

The picture that Dean kept in his wallet reminded him every day of what he lost and it would cause him so much more pain. Many times, he’d try to hide his pain by looking for hunts, or simply consuming his night with alcohol. At this point in life it didn’t matter to him anymore if the alcohol would take over his mind and body every night. Or his brother saw him as an alcoholic. Every day he missed you even more. The usual thing wasn’t working. He’d tried to selling his soul to bring you back, even offering his own death so you could come back.

Dean’s fingers ran over the small picture for a minute as he sat alone in a motel bed. A tear landed on the picture which covered almost all your face. “I can still hear you voice in my head.” Dean whispered to the picture as he wiped the tear away. “I can still hear your laugh. And I can still see that damn smile that I’ve always loved so much.”

Sometimes anger would consume all of Dean and he hated himself for your death. He hated love and he hated anything that even resembled a happy emotion, but that would fade soon. Thanks to you, he experienced real and true love. Thanks to you he experienced what being truly happy was even if he lived hunting things that could easily end his life. Everything felt so right with you and he loved the feeling that it gave him. He could get high off of love when he was with you. That’s all he needed.

“I promised you I’d be there and I’d always protect you..” Dean finally said quietly as he put the picture back on his wallet, more tears sliding down his face. “I failed you.”

-

You wondered around a random street that you got to first. You didn’t know where you were or what was going on. Everything around you seemed different, so different. You weren’t quite sure what month you were in or day.. Maybe even year. All you remembered was seeing Yellow Eyes smirk over at Dean as you faded away. You knew you were dying. You knew that Yellow Eyes had killed you just to mess with Dean’s life.

“Uh.” You mumble to yourself as you pick up a newspaper from a random store. Your eyes search for a date. “Oh my gosh.” Your eyes water slightly as you bite the inside of your lip. Habit that never died, you guess. Five years. You have been gone for five years.

Dean. Of course, your fist instinct was to find Dean but what if he had moved on already? What if he didn’t even remember you anymore? Those thoughts were like venom to you, killing you again. Dean was the love of your life and your everything but if he had moved on already, you couldn’t just pop into his life again and say ‘Hey Dean, guess what. I woke up from the dead.’

The air seemed to get colder by the second but you didn’t have any place to go to. “What am I going to do?” Why were you even here, alive? Who the hell brought you back and the hell did they do it? For a split second, you think it was Dean but then again, the foolish thought disappears. Why would Dean bring you back five years later?

When you turned around, you could’ve swore that you saw a man that looked like Sammy. The man saw you but looked away without any hesitation, making you think that that wasn’t Sammy. If by any strange reason that was Sam, he would’ve come up to you and asked a bunch of questions not just ignore you and walk away. Then again, Sam might want to be as far away from you as possible as well.

-

The door to the motel opened and shut with a loud bang which alarmed Dean, making him jump to his feet immediately. To his surprise, it was just Sam. What he didn’t get was the fact that Sam slammed the door. Sam wasn’t the type to slam doors, that is of course only if he was mad.

“You alright there, Sammy?”

Sam’s expression delivered a lot to Dean. His little brother was scared? Nervous and in fact confused.

“Dean..” Sam started. Sam was sure that they burned you when you died, so it wasn’t possible that you were alive. “Dean, we did burn Y/N?” Finally, Sam’s eyes met Dean’s.

It took Dean by surprise that his brother was bringing you up. Sam would often stay quiet because he knew how much your death still hurt his older brother. “Why?” Was all that he could muster out. Why was his little brother suddenly so interested in this? “What’s going on?” Dean’s voice was more demanding now.

Sam shook his head, dismissing his brother’s question. “Maybe, I just need some sleep. I think I’m seeing things and hearing things and I need sleep.” He blurted out nervously.

Before he could say anything, he needed to find information. Who was the girl that he saw? Could it in fact be you?

“What’s going on?”

Sam repeated the question in his head over and over again. At the moment, it was only him standing in that room thinking about his next move and his next answer. How was he going to tell his brother that he just saw his brother’s dead girlfriend? “Nothing.”

With a swift motion of his legs, he was laying down on one of the beds, closing his eyes. Sam hoped that Dean would let it go and stop asking questions about.

“You never mention her..” Dean’s voice gets quieter and softer. “Unless something’s going on, Sam.”

Keeping things from each other was pretty common for both of them, but something this big wasn’t worth the huge fight that would later on take place. The air was just getting tenser by the minute and his older brother’s stare wouldn’t leave him. For the first time in his life, it was starting to make him feel uncomfortable about it. Sam shifted in the bed and looked at his older brother. “Uh… What do you think about people coming back from the dead?”

There was a pause between them.

“It’s normal.”

“Normal?” That was probably the most absurd thing Sam ever heard in his life. “How is that normal?”

“What I meant is that for people like you and me, it’s.. uh, it’s normal. Right?” Dean tried to clarify himself.

“I saw her, Dean.”

Dean’s breath stopped for a few seconds as he tried to process what he heard his brother say. His heart was beating like a drum against his chest and something in his stomach was going wild. “What?”

“I saw her, Dean.” Sam repeated.

With that, there was a soft knock on the door. Both brothers turned their heads to the door. Dean rushed to the door almost feeling what he was going to find on the other end. As soon as his hands landed on the door knob, he didn’t hesitate to open it. His breath hitched a little when he opened the door and saw who was standing in front of him.

“Help me.” You whispered to Dean.  

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Requests are open now. 

Today in the coffee shop a man saw me reading Kate Bishop Secret Wars. He tried to mansplain comics to me and I could see him growing more and more desperate as not only I one-upped him on every comic fact he tried to tell me, but I also broke down what every single X-Men team is doing currently. He became so desperate, he tried to switch the subject back to Warhammer 40K when after he tried to explain to me who Cable was, I told him the entire plot of Cable and X-Force AND their subsequent fight against Uncanny X-Force AND woman-splained to him who Rachel Grey and Hope Summers were.

You know which Naruto (canon) ship does not make any sense whatsoever? Now that I think about it..

Well, any apart from NaruSasu *cough* No, for real. SasuSaku and NaruHina are making perfect sense compared to … Ino & Sai?? 

Wait … WHAT? Ino & Sai?? How did that happen? Didn’t he call her pretty because he was to say the opposite of what he thought? Didn’t she only like him because he resembled Sasuke in her eyes? THAT’s something I wana know. I wish we’d get some background on that. How the hell did Ino x Sai happen? 

Why did all those relationships happen from the GIRL liking the GUY? While he never romantically cared about her in the first place? Hinata liked Naruto, so they got married. Sakura liked Sasuke, so they got married. Ino liked Sai, so.. 

I read some posts about Kishimoto being misogynistic (or at least having written a misogynistic plot for Naruto) but honestly?? Does he even care about his boys? lol It’s all about the girl’s crushes.

Couldn’t the ending be of Team 7 on a mission or something? Why was the ending all about who married whom … Maaan, it sucks.

typicallydeveloping asked:

i've read Rayearth, RG Veda, and Cardcaptor Sakura - what should i read next?

New response! (I was half awake when I wrote the first one, so ignore what I originally said).

If you want to get a jump on the series that closely tie into each other: Wish, then Chobits, then Kobato. And then Legal Drug/Drug & Drop. (Characters from Suki Dakara Suki also show up briefly in Legal Drug, but aren’t super essential to the plot so reading that one is your call).

If you want something mostly lighthearted/humorous: Angelic Layer or the various CLAMP School series (CLAMP School Detectives, Man of Many Faces and Duklyon). 

If you want angst, gore, and high fashion circa 1990: Tokyo Babylon and then X. (Characters from CLAMP School Detectives also show up in X, but you can probably get by without knowing much about them.)

If you want short reads: Clover, Miyuki-chan in Wonderland, The One I Love, or Shirahime-Syo.

Like I said in my initial response, I’d hold off on Tsubasa and xxxHolic until you’re familiar with a fair number of CLAMP characters, since there are some things that happen that have a lot more meaning/impact if you’re already familiar with them. You’ve got a good start from what you’ve read so far, but I would also read at least Tokyo Babylon and X before starting Tsubasa.

CLAMP and X’s possible ending

I might be reading too much into things here, but it’s clearly mentioned over and over again that one of CLAMP’s inspirations for X was ‘Devilman’ by Go Nagai. So being the hopeless conspiracy theorist I am, I wondered if the secret to X’s ending perhaps lay in Devilman’s own ending.

It was an interesting search, I must say.

Here’s what I found. All official material is from WIKIPEDIA and GOOGLE IMAGES.

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I hit 5000 reads today!! If that doesn’t warrant re-pimping out my story, I don’t know what does. So, here it is.

This story is how I’m dealing with all of the theories bouncing around in my head about Solas and Arlathan, and, obviously, my terrible, terrible angst over Solas x Lavellan. Will follow the Inquisition story line with, um, detours. “Expanded canon” is probably the best way to put it. If you like flashbacks, Elvhen demi-gods plotting things, badass lady elves, Kirkwall and more (SAVE THE DALISH 2K15!), this is the fic for you.

out of joint by honorh

Per the recommendation of aimtoallonsy I finally got around to reading Out of Joint by HonorH.  I’m fairly new to the Firefly fandom (I’ve only seen the series once), but the idea of a crossover intrigued me.  I’M SO GLAD I READ IT!!  HonorH wrote this fantastic adventure crossover, and I felt that she nailed every single character.  The plot is great, and the characters add wit, humor, sweetness, and sarcasm to this already stellar fic.  I also adore how River gets written (not River Song).  Brilliant.  I’m intentionally not talking about the plot a whole lot.  :)

more than meets the eye

Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 66K

Author: thebakaberry in baeconandeggs

They have a lot of differences. Baekhyun’s lost faith in the world, but Chanyeol still believes in fate. Baekhyun is cautious, always the one to pull away at the first sign of danger while Chanyeol’s the one who’s insistent, adamant to draw him back in. Baekhyun is human; Chanyeol just might not be.


my thoughts: oooooh sooooo goood! possibly the longest baekyeol fic i have ever read?? xiuhan was a side pairing in this but were definitely not idle in this story. i love long fics because plot development(!!) because active, dynamic characters!! the action building up to that climactic plot twist was so worth. 

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imitchingonaphotograph asked:

But like, I understand your point of view, I just wished you wouldn't mixed up not liking the finale (so, one episode) and not loving the show in itself. That's all x)

I have seen so much wank about things that arean’t actually canon plot points (just headcannons). And even more wank because the canon didn’t go where certain fans wanted it to go.  I’m at a point where if people are just wanking with no valid in canon reason I’m going to unfollow them. If their wank is backed up with valid meta (which they link) then I will read the meta before deciding what to do. But I’ve gotten to a point where if I see posts that only say “This show is stupid” I’m going to unfollow those people. They could give valid reasons for their opinions but they don’t. They feel that “This show is stupid” stands on it’s own and I feel that, standing on it’s own, this show is not stupid, which means we disagree. Since I disagree with them I must unfollow them. We do a mutual service by unfollowing each other since we disagree on key plot points. Season finales that are vague and leave us open to unknown plot points have been a feature of this show since season 1. If someone is upset because this season finale left us open to unknown plot points then they obviously arn’t recognizing what Supernatural season finales are all about and it’d be better for me to unfollow them.

Post Porsche's and Sunset Bliss

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1JJ9OUe

by sarahcolleen3

Well this little plot bunny just got in my head, probably because of the AMAZING finale episode I just watched. This is what I imagine will happen in some quaint little house near the water that Oliver drove Felicity to, after a night of sweet kisses and love, this occurs the next morning. Enjoy!

Words: 246, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English



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anonymous asked:

heyy I read this fic where HARRY and pansy are together but no one approves so they ran away and pansy is pregnant and hermione is trying to get Draco to publicly announce his approval for the couple so they can come back and not be shamed (I think)? it follows that plot line vaguely I don't remember who hermione is trying to get to apologize but I'm p sure it's Draco thanks!! xx

Are you sure this is not a Ron/Pansy fic?

Title: Devil’s Deal
Author: LA DIABLESA
Rating: M
Genre(s): Romance
Chapters: 23
Word Count: 102,666
Summary: “So in effect you want me to save the woman who betrayed me and the man she betrayed me with” he scoffed at this notion. “And what Granger, should I expect in return for performing such a selfless and noble deed?” he finished sarcastically. Dramione.

- Lisa

My FFN account tells me that the last time I wrote fanfic, Bill Clinton was the president of the United States. I was 12 years old and wisely decided to focus on school instead of writing, which was probably a good decision. 

Until I watched Black Sails and realised it is only May 2015 and god knows when Season 3 will come out. So I was thinking that their clothes are probably all made of organic cotton and vintage leather and the pirates have beards and tattoos and they are all hipsters. But then I took one step further and I think I’ve dug myself into a hole I can’t get out of.

So, uh, I came up with this. It’s all in pieces in my head and I have no idea where I am going with this but it’s primarily Vane x Eleanor-centric and there might be a plot. Feedback is appreciated!


warm water (read on AO3)- a Black Sails crack AU fic, 1/?

Summary: Once again, Silver has something everyone wants. A Vane x Eleanor modern AU.

Chapter Summary: Eleanor’s pet project is the Nassau Newsletter, Charles wears boxers and Jack is entering a cocktail competition. Meanwhile, John enjoys fish and chips and Gates is bitter like his cheap coffee. 

Word count: 2709


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Hi hi! I hope all of you are doing well! The time of sales have come upon us so I have bombed lots of money on many routes that I will be reviewing! I began with a recommendation from a very amazing friend of mine! 

This is a review for the dashing doctor Taiga Kujo’s Main Story and Epilogue from the game Love Letter from Thief X! This review contains tiny spoilers but I promise they will not affect the playing experience at all! Thank you very much for reading! ( ́ ◕◞ε◟◕`)  

RATING:

GUY: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
MC: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
PLOT: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
FEELS: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

HIGH TEMPERATURES:

I began playing with pretty high expectations. I had been recommended the Kujo brothers beforehand and I did play through the first episode (which, btw, if you are curious if his route is any good his first episode really sells him to you) before I bought it. I loved how interesting it was and how it was a whole new take on the LLfTX stories so I definitely wanted to try them out and see what would happen.

Taiga is a fantastic character with so much depth that I didn’t even believe what I was reading. While you begin thinking that he is gonna be this cold, dark, and mean character, he is actually far from it. Sure, he can be strict when it comes to being a doctor, but he has every right to be. Lives are at stake and he takes his job super seriously. 

But it doesn’t take away the fact that he is a really awesome and nice guy, but sadly, as most Voltage guys are, holds a hidden and horrible past. While I did think that the story would focus on one plot point, it does surprise you and goes to a whole new track which I ended up really enjoying. I thought that from beginning to end, it was pretty much solid.

It diiiid have a couple of things about it that I was kind of, “HMM…” about, but overall, I adored Taiga. If I wasn’t so low on cash and hadn’t bombed my money on every other Voltage guy, I would’ve definitely bought his sequel. 

But okay, enough about this. Let me tell you what makes Taiga awesome.

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As I began plotting out my second Randall/Clara fic(romantic!whouffaldi), I thought I invite you to tell me what you might want to read. As the 12 Doctor will appear too there are many possibilities. You have ideas? Conflicts you want to read about? Anything else? Send me a message or reblog with your idea! I really would love to interact with you! CPitT

Endowment

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by dicta_contrion

Potter has got under my skin for far too long, in far too many ways. I fully intend to return the favour.

Words: 10834, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English



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Supper’s Ready

Rating: SFW. All of it written to indulge my tummy fetish, but still SFW.

Paring: Rutherbanks, Philter

Plot: The year is 1970, and the boys of Genesis can’t seem to reach an agreement on the newest album. Then again they are pretty hungry. It’s up to Mike’s mom to come to the rescue.

Notes: Y’know the song Supper’s Ready had not even been written when this fic takes place, and yet I chose it for a title anyway because I can’t think of anything better. X) Anyway, this little story has been kicking around in my head ever since I read a paragraph in Mike’s book The Living Years, about how his mom used to invite the whole group over for dinner and let them eat as much as they could. This was meant to be very fluffy and yet I felt the need to introduce character details and plot, and that’s why it took so long to finish. Sorry, it’s probably really embarrassing and I’m sure everything is wrong, but maybe you’ll find something to enjoy. and probably some typos oh god I always miss something in editing

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“I’ve had just about enough of that, Tony.”

“Enough of what?”

“Enough of your complaining, that’s what.”

My complaining? You’re the one whinging about my ‘sleazy chord changes’ when you can’t keep up on guitar. I’m only trying to—”

“What? 'Can’t keep up’?!”

“Lads, please don’t fight, not again.”

“You stay out of this, Peter!”

Phil sat glumly behind his drum kit and watched the situation devolve around him again. This had already happened four separate times today and it was always the same. Mike and Tony would argue, which made Peter try and take up the shield of peacekeeper, only to be goaded into an even more heated battle of wills with Tony.  He rested his chin in one hand and tapped a cymbal very lightly with his sticks. Perhaps joining this band hadn’t been such a smart idea. He loved his new friends, he really did. But between the three of them was enough temper for six, and whenever they got like this he was reluctant to confront them directly. Besides, they were all classmates at that posh school. He wasn’t.

“I’m not going to stand here and let you insult me,” Peter was saying. He petulantly swept his lyric sheets to the floor and turned his back, ignoring anything else Tony had to say. His long shining hair flounced dramatically as he stalked to the other end of the room. Mike and Tony continued their loud and fruitless bickering for a while until they had run out of insults and sat fuming. The old Maltings house fell deathly quiet, save for a faraway creaking echo as the wooden floorboards settled in the midsummer night.

“Phil,” Peter said at last, desperate to break the awful silence. “What do you think we should do?”

Phil didn’t answer for a few seconds. He lowered his eyes. “Um,” he said meekly. “I think… maybe we should go home.”

He looked up anxiously to see Peter’s soft face drawn up in a worried frown, but he seemed to agree.

“You’re right,” Peter said. “It’s getting late and we’re tired anyway. I am, at least.”

“Tired of arguing,” Tony was heard to mutter under his breath. He crossed his arms and refused to make eye contact with anyone as they glanced in his direction. Peter glared but chose not to dignify him with a reply.

“Sooo, right then. Does anyone want to go down the pub for something?” asked Phil. His stomach grumbled; suddenly he was a lot hungrier than he realized. But Mike shook his head.

“No, no,” he said through a tired yawn. He got up and stretched to his full height, nearly brushing the ceiling with his fingertips. “My mum wouldn’t hear of it. She told me to invite all of you to the Cottage whenever you liked.”

“Oh yeah?” Phil brightened a little. “I haven’t met your mum yet. Is she going to feed us?”

Mike laughed. “You have no idea.”

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Character, I think, is the single most important thing in fiction. You might read a book once for its interesting plot—but not twice.
—  Diana Gabaldon