late night fic

I don’t understand it when you find an unformatted fic on on AO3 (aka The Giant Wall of Text).  Is it a phone posting thing?  How can you not notice that you’ve got a fic blob on your hands?   Do people fling their fics at the site and run away, never to look back?

late night kiss pt. 5

A/N: Well. This took forever, and I deeply apologize. But, man, those trailers got me so pumped and cured me of my writer’s block. So here it is! Finally! Part 5!

Summary: You debate with yourself over whether or not Spider-Man is really Peter Parker.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

part one. part two. part three. part four.

It had to be Peter.

You had sat in shocked silence, blinking at the Brooklyn Bridge above you. Though you couldn’t see anything that was going on since it was too far away, you could still hear the sounds of an ongoing fight, people’s screams echoing in the air. After a few minutes of simply watching, your mind a complete blank, you decided to start making your way home since it was going to take you a while.

On the way, you’d thought about your revelation and validated your own suspicions with small details that you hadn’t noticed in your haze to uncover Spider-Man’s secret identity.

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Quick sketch before bed, Ackermans doing paperwork together, cuz why not?
(Or more like Levi trying to do paperwork and Mikasa adding in her two cents, like, every three seconds)

One day, I’ll be able to draw these two without struggle or any lingering eraser marks- but today is not that day. Hope you guys like!


Summary:Kenjiro introduced Yuri to Neko Atsume.

Happy New Year guys! sorry for the huge long post i have no idea how to make it smaller. -_-

THANK YOU @picklestpickle who saved me by providing a screencap of all the kitties in her yard.

Previous parts here: Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8.

“I missed you”  :’)

-night sketching and loving faces…

missyriver  asked:

Okay no angst request this time. But a Padres Christmas Party and Mike gets Ginny and autographed poster of him, "For your collection" also Ginny got him her jersey. Guess im feeling fluffy today.

fluffy is good. excellent, in fact. 

doesn’t mean they don’t have to work a little for it.

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Ginny was honestly surprised she was considered enough of a Padre to warrant an invitation to the team Christmas party. 

Sure, a lot of that surprise was founded in self-pity, but she felt she was allowed. 

After all, her rookie season in the bigs ended (and started, honestly) in heartbreak, her brother wasn’t speaking to her, Amelia was back, but their relationship was strained, and Noah wouldn’t quit dropping hints about a world tour that Ginny was increasingly sure she had no interest in. 

And Mike Lawson was back with his wife. Not that she cared about that. If he was happy, so was she. It hadn’t been a lie when she said those words to Amelia and it wasn’t now. 

All in all, there wasn’t a lot that was really putting her in a festive mood. 

Only Blip’s promise of excellent catering and free-flowing booze had secured her attendance.

Mostly, she wanted to do what she’d done since her season ended: sit in her hotel room and binge watch terrible reality shows. They helped her feel better about her own life. 

The life where she was getting ready to go to a party for a team she wasn’t even sure she belonged to anymore. The doctors and front office sounded optimistic, but Ginny knew the drill. Players were sent back down to the minors all the time for slighter injuries than hers. 

Well. She might as well take advantage of being a Padre while she still could. Especially when there was free food involved. 

She was keeping her expectations low for this party. 

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Six Weeks

Trixie has an afternoon at the clinic that she’s unlikely to forget.

I hope you like this

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I still don’t really understand why of all psychological terms they (read: Natasha, not a trained psychologist) went with in Iron Man 2, they went with narcissism. 

Psychologically, ‘narcissism’ has a different meaning than ‘extreme love of oneself,’ which does not fit Tony at all. According to google it means: extreme selfishness, with a grandiose view of one’s own talents and a craving for admiration, as characterizing a personality type.

And I mean, it’s not that I can’t see that, in a way? It’s just that the whole movie you have Tony basking in adoration for the Stark Expo or just being Iron Man and doing attention-seeking acts, but it wasn’t done because it made him happy, it was done out of fear because he was dying. And Natasha’s right there and she’s not stupid, she can see this (and in fact she actively encourages his downward spiral at one point but that is a completely different story about Tony forever has the right to throw SHIELD out on their asses.)

Not many Tony Stark fans are going to tell you the man doesn’t have an ego (see: “I just build everything and make everyone look cool” from AoU) but there’s something to be said for being humble and there’s something to be said for literally building everything the Avengers are using and enjoying some bragging rights.

But the point is, I could see ‘egotism’ or egomania being the word they/she went with because Tony, for all that I just made excuses and for all that he ‘took care’ of Pepper and Rhodey, didn’t really seem to take their actual feelings into account in Iron Man 2 and was pretty damned focused on himself. Understandable but also kinda messed up.

And nevermind that narcissism as Natasha was talking about it is an actual mental disorder. And now the darker parts of the fandom use the word like its gospel.

It just - it doesn’t reflect badly on just Tony, but Natasha and SHIELD too because these people are supposed to be intelligent. “Iron Man, yes. Tony Stark not recommended” well good goddamn you have just missed basically the entirety of Tony’s actual personality, well done you super-spies you.
Adventures in Late Night Texting - Chapter 22 - Aschenfluegel - 月刊少女野崎くん | Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun [Archive of Our Own]
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In other news: Adventures in Late Night Texting is finished.

late night kiss drabble

A/N: So. Not LNK pt 6…. BUT ! To quell your thirst (and mine), I’ve decided to post this smol drabble set in the LNK timeline. Enjoy!


You gnawed on your bottom lip as you tried to focus on the white board in front of you, your teacher’s voice floating to the back of your brain. All you could think about was how soft Spider-Man’s lips were. You ran your tongue over your lip to soothe the ache from biting it so much before tapping your pencil against your desk.

Your deskmate shot you a dirty look at your incessant tapping and you smiled sheepishly, stopping your restless movements.

His lips had been so soft against yours, even if it was only for a quick second. You found yourself wishing that he had kissed you longer, harder—but you stopped yourself from that dangerous line of thoughts. You didn’t know him.


You argued to yourself that he obviously knew you.

He’d basically confessed that he knew you, and probably had a crush on you as well. You hoped he wasn’t some stalker that you barely knew. You shivered in fear at the mere thought of whoever Spider-Man was, watching you while you didn’t know he existed.

Sighing, you mindlessly jotted down whatever gibberish your teacher had scrawled on the board, not paying attention. Your mind was occupied by thoughts of who Spider-Man might be. And, of course, how plump and soft his lips had felt against your own.

Quit it, you thought to yourself, feeling your cheeks heat up at the thoughts swirling inside your head.

It’s two in the morning, and there go my inhibitions!!!  NSFW-ish under the cut lol.

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Frozen in his Fate

So this little ficlet is for the very lovely @mysteryprof​ for their birthday. I am terribly sorry for not getting this to you earlier, but I had a busy day! Hope your birthday was fun!!! Enjoy, my dear!!!

Prompt: Hanzo’s Demon skin from the Halloween Terror event

It had been many years, decades even, since the demon had let himself become attached to another creature. Attachment led to fondness, and fondness led to weakness… and weakness could be exploited by those who would wish to control him. So this particular demon dwelled apart from his brethren, those he used to consider family. Alone, he felt safe. Alone, the demon felt at peace.

The demon chuckled to himself. ‘A demon at peace with itself… preposterous…’ he thought while staring up at the cold winter moon. “There is no peace for those damned beyond redemption,” he murmured to the barren forest as a light snow began to fall among the trees.

The demon looked down at his arm, at the tattoo snaking up from the wrist onto his chest. The design was a reminder of the demon’s late blood brother. By branding his very skin with his brother’s face, the demon would always be reminded of what he had done to his brother, to their family.

But that had been many centuries ago, and by now both brothers had come to terms with what they had become. Yet that did not mean that the demon regretted his actions, his mistakes. For years now, he had been searching for something to finally end their everlasting torment; even if he knew his destiny was already set in stone, he still searched.

The demon sighed as he closed his eyes, remembering the agonies he had wreaked upon his family all those years ago. He would never forget the monstrous shadows he saw in the fires consuming his family’s home. The cries of helpless nobles from atop the highest temple floor and the echoing wails of servants trapped behind walls of fire… and it was in those flames that he saw what he had become. Those were the flames he had pushed his brother into… only to see the younger man emerge from the inferno, his dragon’s aura flickering around his body…


A howl ripped through the calm winter air, pulling the demon back into the present. He looked up, the emptiness of his eyes reflecting the moon’s harsh light. “So this fool is back… again,” he growled quietly as he readied himself for a fight. Ever since that night, the demon did not enjoy any sort of hostile engagement. Losing his dragons might have had more of an impact on his abilities than the demon would like to admit, but he still was able to take down his prey.

A shadow slipped into the demon’s view, moving low across the ground until it was a few meters away from where the demon stood. He looked at the mysterious shadow warily, slowly preparing to fire an arrow from his Hellbow. The shadow jerkily moved to stand on two legs, its face suddenly struck by the moonlight. The demon tightened his grip on his bow, memories flooding back to him all too quickly.

A man, his brown eyes twinkling as a laugh sounded from his lips… The moon reflecting off the mirrored surface of a lake deep in the woods… Night after of night of unbridled passion… The dark walls of the cave echoing the sounds they made together… Running his hands through his partner’s soft hair… Breathing in the scents of the forest that always seemed to cling to his lover’s clothes…

Long tangled locks of matted hair fell past the man’s face, blood dripping from his mouth. He looked up at the demon, the pleading look in his eyes quickly succumbing to one of ravenous hunger and insatiable lust. “Ya should know by now that ya can’t ever run from me, darlin’… I’ll always sniff out that sweet scent of yours,” the beastly man snarled at the demon, a nasty grin spreading across his face.

The demon sighed again, earning a chuckle from the other. “What, nothin’ to say to me, sugar? How long has it been, a few years?” The man slowly began to walk towards the demon, each of his words laced with venomous intent.

The demon bowed his head slightly, taking a shallow breath before speaking softly. “You are not the first beast they have sent to kill me, nor will you be the last,” he said, raising his gaze to meet his former lover’s bloodshot eyes. ‘Dead eyes…’ he mused to himself as he drew back the arrow he had nocked not moments before.

The demon’s voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke, but he knew the other man could hear it perfectly.

“You are already dead.”

The arrow flew straight and true, as all his shots did. The beast that was once the most precious person to him fell to the icy ground with a dull thud. The demon stood there for a moment staring at the body before turning and walking deeper into the frozen forest, his mantra  repeating over in his mind.

‘With every death, comes honor. With honor, redemption.’

Fanart for Tinsel Kisses by @thejourneymaninn.

Anders comes home early and surprises Fenris in the act of decorating the entire house to suit Anders’ gaudy Christmas tastes.

anonymous asked:

Are there any deaf/hard of hearing characters in the DCU? I know Marvel had Hawkeye which they ignored the deafness of in the movies.

I hadn’t actually thought about that! Which is a huge oversight on my part, holy crap. I tried googling for canon characters and all I found was Count Vertigo? Which isn’t… great… but maybe there are other characters I don’t know about, or else characters that are popularly headcanoned as deaf?

People who know stuff about things: lemme know what’s up!