is she lame

snowmadien  asked:

Four word prompt Is that my shirt? Please?


“ that my shirt?” 

Levy blushed, guiltily wringing her fingers as Gajeel looked past her at the pile of laundry on her floor, flabbergasted that the familiar fabric was sitting on the top. She opened her mouth to protest as he gently pushed past her to pick to up, and sputtered when he discovered another one of his missing shirts. He turned to her, disbelief in his eye. 

“I can explain,” she started, gulping when he reached for it, revealing yet another missing shirt. 

“Just how many of my shirts do you have?” he demanded, unsure if he wanted to laugh at the absurdity of finding his clothes here of all places. He looked up to see her twirl a blue lock of hair around her finger, nervous. 

“Uhmmm, a few?” she offered lamely, cringing when another shirt was revealed. 

“Holy shit, Lev. No wonder I can’t find shit lately,” he half growled, hiding a snicker as he spotted another one. The pile in his arms was growing larger than the one on the floor, and it was hard to hide the hilarity that bubbled in his throat. Sure, it was annoying to lose the blasted things, but when it was his girlfriend, it was hard to be mad. Especially when he enjoyed watching her prance around in nothing but his shirts. And he gave her plenty of reasons to stare at him, apparently here was another reason. 

She was looking up at him with anxious eyes, obviously nervous about his reaction. He sighed, cracking a slight grin. 

“Oi, I ain’t mad,” he said, watching her shoulders slump in relief. “But if you’re going to be stealing my laundry, then you oughta be taking the boxers as well.” He couldn’t hide the cackle of laughter as her face exploded in color, her eyes popping open in surprise. 


classic lit authors on ao3
  • Jane Austen: The slowburn writer to end all slowburn writers. Has a mild case of purple prose syndrome. Sets you up to think she's using a really lame trope or cliche, but then pulls the old BITCH U THOUGHT. Gets in fights with commenters who completely miss the point of her work.
  • William Shakespeare: Where dick jokes meet feels. Recycles old plots that have been in the fandom for years, but always manages to put a new spin on it. That said, he's better known for good character writing than good plots. Kind of problematic, but people love him anyway. Laughs at and encourages commenters who completely miss the point of his work.
  • The Brontë Sisters: Their fics get lots of comments but they never reply. They never leave author notes, either. They share an account, and there are talks of a collab fic coming soon. Write fics for OTPs of questionable healthiness and consent. Only ever write darkfic. Like, REALLY dark. ...People are getting kind of worried about them.
  • Edgar Allan Poe: Also only ever writes darkfic, but at this point, people have moved past being worried about him and have just accepted that he's weird, he's morbid, and we love him. Channels his feelings about his ex into his writing. It results in really good stories but everyone's sort of like, "...Dude."
  • Charles Dickens: Trying to set the record for highest wordcount on ao3, and it shows.
  • Victor Hugo: Currently holds the record for highest wordcount on ao3.
  • Oscar Wilde: Only ever writes M/M. Has a BAD case of purple prose, but it's worth it if you manage to get through. His stories are either hilarious or soul-crushing. Or somehow both. People love him but know better than to disagree with him publicly, lest he destroy you with one of his infamous subtweets.
  • L. Frank Baum: Wrote one really well-loved story that's among the most famous in the fandom, and it's literally all he's known for, and it pisses him off. His popular story became a multichap against his will because it's the only one of his stories anyone actually reads. He keeps trying to end it so he can work on other things, but always ends up coming back.
  • Arthur Conan Doyle: Feels L. Frank Baum's pain. SO much.
  • James Joyce: Has fascinating ideas, but takes forEVER to get to the point in his stories. Also a stoner, and it shows.
  • Lousia May Alcott: Writes stories for her unpopular OTP (that's a NOTP for most of the fandom) and breaks up everyone's favorite ships, mainly out of spite. Also kills everyone's favorite characters, less so out of spite.
  • Mary Shelley: Writes incredible stories, but publishes under her boyfriend's account because she's banned from ao3. ...Again.

I rewatched fmab and thought about Elicia befriending Selim and then enlisting when she’s 18. She resembles her dad a lot and carries a photo of him in her wallet ;A; The two of them hang out with Falman’s kids sometimes and are always walking around Central Headquarters even though they’re not supposed to.

Selim learns alchemy (from Ed?) but doesn’t apply to be a State Alchemist bc he’s been officially pronounced dead for 15 years already (lol how does that work) and he’s terrifying with a sword like his old man was. Sometimes suspicious eyes and teeth appear behind him. 

They’re both snarky lil shits that roast Roy on a daily basis it’s great

vanessa and sonny are very close and have a lot of fun together,, okay that is all

How is Eirika not considered one of the most badass lords? Most lords have had combat training their whole lives and are ready for war, but she trained in diplomacy most of her life, and only picked up the sword recently, excelling at it despite her only example being someone not using a sword himself.

Then, this barely trained princess is tasked with leading an army.

 And she does a damn great job.

anonymous asked:

Yo could you share some of your headcanons for the deh kiddos :O ?! I'm really curious!!

*cracks knuckles* HEADCANONS UNDER THE CUT (these are generally feel-good and going off of a Connor Lived And Everything Gets Better AU set of ten [+ one extra] headcanons for the kids where they’re all friends)

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I actually made this for stickers, but it turned out so well. MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!!! Just saying, I mix up the month and day dates when I date my pictures. I’m sorry.

…I plan to make a Cat Noir to follow her, soon. If I get around to it. When I do, I’ll turn them both into stickers. :D


Inspired by Tides of Darkness, where Khadgar actually smiles often, and his friendship with Turalyon is great.

Peregrïn is very pleased about it. She’s happy to see Khadgar smile and laugh and just to witness this friendship.
Despite what’s happening, she’s happy to see this, it’s a light in the darkness.
So I thought it’d be important to sketch it somehow.

She has such a baby face… I should practice to draw her with a more mature face, though I want her to keep that young baby face somehow xD Peregrïn the squishy face.


Continuing with the “character study”, here’s Jason and Piper

"I'm not your blind date but you came over and I was eating alone so I went with it and now you're calling me by a different name" AU

I found this prompt on a Tumblr blog but I accidentally deleted the post and now I can’t find the prompt anymore

Lena was sitting alone. She twirled the neck of the wine glass in her left hand, her phone in her right as she responded to work emails. Jess kicked her out of the office almost an hour ago, going on about how she shouldn’t be working on her birthday and she deserved one day off for herself. Problem is Lena always had days to herself. Her days were always “her” days if she didn’t have anyone to share them with. She looked down at the red rose on the table before her, Jess’ gift to her, and let herself smile slightly. Jess was a good assistant, she meant well, and she seemed to care when no one else did.

So that’s why she listened and came here to this restaurant when she really wanted to finish responding to her emails and get a head start on tomorrow’s project. The place wasn’t the fanciest she’s been, but she wasn’t about to go to one of the high-class places she frequented when she didn’t have a date. It was nice enough: low lighting, decent wine selection, and she got a small booth in the back so no one would bother her. Her plan was to come out, grab a quick bite, and then finish work at home.

She was so focused on her phone that she hadn’t noticed the woman walk up to her booth. There was a small tap on her shoulder then, and she was slightly annoyed that anyone would interrupt her when she purposely picked this booth to avoid being bothered. She turned to look up quickly, an annoyed “Can I help you?” on the tip of her tongue, when she came face-to-face with a literal angel, the words dying before they formed. Her jaw went slack as she took in the stunning being before her.

The woman had the bluest eyes Lena had ever seen, even under the minimal lighting of the place and the black rimmed glasses she wore. Her hair fell in soft golden waves, across the shoulders of her beige jacket and blue top. She had a pair of black pants that hugged her hips and a nice pair of boots to match. She looked dressed up, yet still casual, and it suddenly made Lena feel self-conscious about the tight fitting black dress and tight ponytail she wore.

“It was supposed to be yellow,” the woman said, pointing at the flower on the table.

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So I forced my best friend to whatch Duel Monsters last month and she cannot stop making puns about Atem’s name (Ger. Atem = breath) like:

“That ceremonial duel was absolutely BREATHTAKING”


“Guess it must be hard to run for Yugi now that he’s constantly out of BREATH”

And I really wanna punch her right now-

“I banished you for good.”

His companion grins. “Almost. Love of a good man and all that. Though,” he drawls, pointing two fingers at Edward and lowering his thumb in a crude mimicry of a handgun, “we both know how that turned out. Yikes.”

Lost Souls Forever, by @okimi79 & @riddlelvr