(A revision of Sammy Jam for a revised Sammy Lawrence… From sheep to shepard, since those dark days down in Joey Drew Studios, Sammy has come a long way, in spite of, or perhaps because of his inky prison of a body. Who knew being a terrifying ink man could garner you so much reverence? And all it took was a little Ink on the streets for his flock to begin to gather before his anotherness. They came for Sammy’s power, but they stayed for his big ideas.
My brother (War Wasp) has been working on little tunes for Lampblack, as if they would be used in the hypothetical game, just because… it’s fun. He’s great at making music, but he hasn’t felt ready to share anything he’s made yet, until right now! Everything else he’s been working on is completely original, but in discussing what kind of music to do, I asked if he’d try out a “Sammy Jam” reprise for powerful-faction-leader-Sammy-Lawrence, as a step up from the original “Sammy Jam” which belonged to a pretty pathetic guy, and in my opinion he NAILED IT! What stands out most to me, besides it just being more energized in the best way, is that he turned those pieces of the original meant to be a little broken and deranged and turned them into powerful, intentional parts of the song; which totally mirrors how Lampblack!Sammy took his disturbed state and turned it into power. I can’t stop listening to this. I hope you guys like it as much as I do! -HG)
I’m not saying this is a headcanon because I 100% believe if Dooku had his way he would have totally made Obi-wan his apprentice. HE WANTED HIM ON HIS SIDE.
I mean….there is evidence in EVERY MEDIA canon or not:
Obi-wan and Dooku’s relationship is so fascinating to me. I think it’s the fact that they are kind of connected together because of Qui-Gon Jinn. Wish we could have seem more of them interacting with each other!
Also, I really love the fact that both Dooku and Ventress are obsessed with Obi-wan…but who isn’t anyways ;p
First installment in the No Place Like You Series.
Jensen x Reader, Y/F/N- your friend’s name, Jared, Kim, Brianna
Series summary: Your best friend finally convinces you to put on your big girl panties and go to a Supernatural convention while you are in Atlanta. Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought you would catch Jensen’s eye. Little does he know, you have your own spotlight. (I’m terrible at summaries; stay with me haha)
Warnings: Language, awkwardness, idk.
Word Count: 1752
A/N: This is my first attempt at a true series, and it’s only my second time writing Jensen, so be gentle haha. Also, remember, THIS IS FICTION, for the purpose of this storyline Jensen is single. There is in no way hate intended towards his family.
I groan in response to the incessant beeping of the stupid alarm clock in our hotel room, lazily fumbling about, trying to find the snooze button. “Hold it! What do you think you’re doing missy?!” Oh Y/F/N, and her bubbly, chipper morning self.
“Five more minutes…” I mumbled into the pillow, begging her for some mercy.
She apparently takes that as a sign to jump on my bed and start bouncing up and down, repeatedly chanting, “Today’s the day! Today’s the day!”
Summary: Long story short - This was gonna be my Oak fic for the write-a-thon, but I had a bunch of crap going on and couldn’t get it done. I feel like I haven’t written in forever! I hope you enjoy, it’s purely fluff (I know some of y’all are still recovering from my Daveed fic, haha).
Word Count: 1,324
Trigger Warnings: exercise?? idk
“That’s her. On the treadmill.”
“Dude, she’s hot.”
“You’re supposed to be on my side.”
You smiled to yourself as you gently pushed your earphones into your ears. You’d been coming to this gym since you were sixteen. It started out as a way to stay in shape for soccer, but you’d grown to love the gym. Exercising was fun for you now.
It wasn’t until a year ago when things started to become competitive.
You had just turned twenty-four when you first saw him. He was absolutely magnificent; it was a wonder as to why you weren’t drooling. He had a purple knitted beanie on his head before he yanked it off, revealing his close cut hair. A white tank top showed his ridiculously defined muscles, a sharp contrast from his dark skin. He appeared to be fairly upset, so when he sat down on a bench alone, you walked over to him.
“Need a spotter?”
He looked up in surprise, wide-eyed, before he gave you a small smile and shook his head, “I’m fine, thanks.” You watched him as he piled on weights at each end, shrugging, “Suit yourself.”
You went over to the cycles on the other left side of the room, slowly pedaling as you watched him do rep after rep. You were getting lost in the way his muscle moved under his skin each time he pushed the bar up before you noticed he stopped moving. You saw his arms shake as you looked at him smugly. He rolled his eyes and let out a short breath. “Need a spotter?” You repeated.
“Okay.” You said innocently. “When you drop that on your neck-”
“I’m not gonna drop it.” He managed to get out between breaths.
After a minute or so of watching him continue to struggle, you rolled your eyes at his stubbornness as you hopped off the cycle. You stood over him and gripped the far ends of the weight. “Let go.”
“Are you crazy?”
“I’m not as weak I look. Let go.”
He let go cautiously when you pulled it up effortlessly and placed it in the rack. “You’re welcome.” You deadpanned.
“I was getting there,” He chided as he sat up. “Thanks.”
“Ya know, if I’m gonna save your life again, I should probably know your name.” You sat on the bench with him as he huffed. “One. You didn’t save my life.”
“I totally saved your life.”
“I was going to push it up.”
“You were going to drop it and break your neck.”
“Two. It’s Oak.”
You deadpanned again. His name couldn’t possible be Oak. You thought he was trying to give you a fake name, so you raised your hands in surrender. “Okay, don’t tell me your real name.”
“It is!” He defended. “Well, Okieriete Onaodowan. But everyone calls me Oak.”
“Mhm.” You nodded, your eyes narrowed. “Well, I’m going to go exercise. Try not to die, please.”
You stood up and headed to the weight rack to start your squats, but you could feel Oak’s eyes trained on your figure. Something about you interested him. He didn’t know if it was because he thought you were cute or because you were so independent. Whatever the reason, halfway into his treadmill session, he found himself hopping off and walking over to you. You let out a breath as he approached, bracing yourself against the wall as you started another set of wall sits.
You looked at him and back down in determination to break your record. “Hey.”
Oak grabbed a weight - bigger than the one you already had - and placed it on top. Your eyebrows furrowed as you strained to maintain your position under the new force. “Hey,” You blew a stray hair from your face, “What the hell are you doing?”
“Ya know, you never told me your name.”
“You could’ve just asked like a normal person.”
He grabbed another small weight and placed it on top. “Seriously?” You groaned. “Just tell me your name.” He grinned.
“In your dreams, Oak Tree.”
He playfully placed weight after weight on your knees, and you managed to hold your own for awhile. He knew you could hold it, of course, but the kinder part of him was watching for any sign of distress. Still, he had to figure out how to break you. Well, he thought, maybe I should just grab the biggest one.
And so Oak took all the weights he’d piled up off your knees, causing you to sigh in relief. “I swear if I don’t have a great butt after this, I’m gonna kill you.” You mumbled. He let a loud laugh as he grabbed the heaviest weight, gripping it tightly to ensure he wouldn’t drop it.
Part of you was very strongly drawn to his biceps as he walked, but you were also focused on the huge weight he was bringing over. “Don’t you dare.”
“I’m sorry, did I hear a name?” He smirked.
You glared him before mumbling your name. “What was that?” He asked. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of my victory.”
“It’s Y/N, you asshole.” You chuckled as you took the last weight off your knees and stood up straight. “Now get that thing away from me.”
It’d been a long year since then. Oak invited Daveed to work out with him, mostly because the curly haired rapper wouldn’t stopped bothering him about his gym frenemy. As soon as Daveed started walking over to you, Oak regretted the decision.
“Hello there.” Daveed grinned.
You were running on the treadmill, so you pulled out one of your earphones and reached over to shake his hand. “Hi!” You smiled. “You must be Oak’s better looking friend.”
“Ouch.” Oak feigned pain as he leaned on the treadmill. “You should be nicer to me, ya know.”
“That would take effort, though.”
“And a lot of it.” Daveed added.
“Wow, D. Why don’t you work out with Y/N instead?” Oak returned with a playful grin.
“Calm down, I’m gonna work out with you. I’m actually gonna go check out the bench press.”
Daveed walked away, leaving you two alone. Oak had somehow let himself be convinced by Daveed to ask you out, he just didn’t know how to do it. It was clear that you both liked each other. You’d catch him looking at you from afar sometimes, as he’d caught you a few times himself. But, as strong you both were, neither of you had the balls to ask the other out.
Suddenly, he got an idea.
“You’re gonna hate me for this, but I’m gonna do it anyway.”
Oak pressed the next highest setting on the treadmill, forcing you to run faster. “Oak, don’t you start this shit again.” You laughed, out of breath.
“Go on a date with me.”
“You heard me.” Another setting.
“You can’t force me to-”
“ - I’m not forcing you. Just giving you a push.” He grinned.
“You are not funny, Oak.”
“Go on a date with me.”
You thought about it, pushing yourself harder as Oak pressed another setting. It wasn’t like you didn’t like him. You knew you were falling for, no matter how hard you tried not to. And he wasn’t wrong - he wasn’t forcing anything. You wanted this date.
“Oak, I will go on a date with you, just turn the damn treadmill off.”
You sighed in relief as the track started to slow down, allowing you to catch your breath. Just as you breathing started to even out, you lost your breath again as he smiled that stupidly cute smile of his at you. “Friday at 8?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Sorry about that, by the way.” He chuckled. “It was a lot cuter in theory.”
He grimaced as you wiped the sweat from your forehead on his arm and, with a grin, said, “I’m sure it was.”
Bears, Boxes and Broken Bones [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]
Request: could you please write a fix where the reader & Lin get more serious and the reader & readers daughter semi move into Lina bachelor pad and he finds it weird and then at the end of fic he realises he wants to make a family with reader???? Ish??? Idk??? :)
Word Count: 1,696
Warnings: broken wrist? is this a warning? haha other than that, none!
A/N: So, I changed the request just a tiny bit and made the reader’s daughter a 10-year-old, not a teenager (idk why, i think i like the idea of Lin interacting with kids). Also a huge shourout to mackie @protecting-my-legacy that helped me with this and got a little homage -sof’s injury-. Hope you feel better soon Mackie! So i guess that’s all the notes i have for this one, hope y’all like it! (PS: i am the worst with titles i hate this title but don’t let it define this fic lmao)
“I think you should move in.” Lin’s voice is almost a whisper, but it wakes up from your half-asleep state.
You and Lin have been dating for almost a year, but for some reason he never mentioned you moving in or vice-versa, maybe that’s why it took you so much to comprehend what he was saying. “Wait, what?”
“Don’t you think it’s time?” He says as he plays with your hair. Cuddling in bed with him and having nothing to worry about was always the start of an important conversation for the two of you: The first time this happened, you decided to introduce Lin to your daughter, Sofia. She was 10 and the result of your first marriage, a problematic relationship that didn’t last more than two years. You regretted many things about it, Sofia wasn’t one of them.
Summary: Negan comes home to his dogs??? (Idk, I suck at summaries, haha.) POV: Negan Word Count: 1520 Warnings: Cursing, overload of cuteness Authors note: Someone at @negans-network said “so uh, I can’t stop imagining Negan with a bunch of pittbulls/other dogs at his home base and just bubber-fluffing a big dog and laughing” and although it sucks, I just had to write something. Parts: 1/1 - Completed
Request by @mother-dearest-loves-me :Could you write a fic of Dean going to a bar and hits on the waitress who is the reader and he tried to get her to come back with him but she can match his wit. At the end they both realize they want more than just a one night stand
Warnings: Ridiculously cheesy pick up lines/comebacks, Dean being slightly humbled haha, idk maybe some language
Word Count: 1026
A/N: Okay, again, way shorter than I anticipated, but I couldn’t get it to be longer without it being kinda weird in some spots, so I apologize if you were hoping for something longer, but I hope you still enjoy it.
Sup. I'm an ESTP dude crushing on an ENFP lady, and since your drawings are cool, it would be so rad if you could draw a scenario where I'm TRYNA win her over and the ISFJ is judging. You're the bomb. Later :)
“As soon as Loki took the
Doctor we moved Jane Foster,” Coulson said showing Thor the screen of Jane on
her whereabouts. You stood beside them, arms crossed over your chest as you
peered at the screen. “We’ve got an excellent observatory in Tromso. She was
asked to consult there very suddenly yesterday. Handsome fee, private plane,
very remote. She’ll be safe.”
“Thank you.” Thor looked at
the screen before looking at Coulson. “It’s no accident, Loki taking Erik
Selvig. I dread what he plans for him once he’s done. Erik is a good man.”
You looked at Thor, seeing
that he was genuinely worried for that Doctor.
“He talks about you a lot,”
Coulson looked at Thor as he pushed himself up from the table, starting to
walk. “You changed his life. You changed everything around here.”
You and Coulson walked on
each side of Thor as he spoke, listening to him. “They were better as they
were. We pretend on Asgard that we’re more advanced but we come here, battling
You stopped and looked at
Coulson, both slightly confused as you stared at Thor, “like what?”
“Bilgesnipe,” He replied,
looking down at you.
“You know, huge, scaly, big
antlers,” Thor put both his hands up and placed them near the top of his head
to mimic horns. “You don’t have those?”