Welp because of the costuming in this Broadway photoset I now kinda want a Frozen AU for Girl Genius. Tarvek singing let it go! as he climbs a mountain. Gil rushing off to make sure he’s okay! Gil falling into a river and meeting Agatha at the supply shop. Agatha being appalled that Gil is climbing this whole mountain to save (his friend? his foster brother?) Tarvek without even a proper death ray. Zola sweetly tilting Gil’s chin up and saying “if only there was someone who loved you.”
Agatha was raised by rock trolls jaegermonsters and sings that clankdeer are better than people.
“March 2, 1810… Today, I met the man I’m going to marry.”
At the age of eight, Genim “Stiles” Stilinski showed no signs of Great Beauty. And even at eight, Stiles learned to accept the expectations society held for him–until the evening when Derek Hale, the handsome and dashing Alpha of the Hale pack, solemnly kissed his hand and promised him that one day he would grow into himself, that one day he would be as beautiful as he already was smart. And even at eight, Stiles knew he would love him forever.
Derek knows way too much about how omega heat suppressants work now, after having been partnered with Stiles for as long as he has. They’re probably his favorite thing to bitch about whenever they’re stuck on a stakeout. Of course, omegas on the force aren’t required to take them. Derek’s never really understood why Stiles does, if he hates them so much, especially –
In a society where werewolves are second class, Deucslist is an alternative werewolf network (similar to Craigslist) where humans and werewolves offer (mostly sexual) services. Derek is a long-term client of an anonymous human omega whose scent is just perfect. He never expects to meet him, until it happens.
Derek and Stiles never had sex outside of their respective Heats. After all, it wasn’t like they were actually together; Stiles just hated the way the Omega suppressants made him feel, and so Derek was helping him out. That was all it was.
Even if it wasn’t close to all that Derek really wanted, that’s what it was.
The moment Derek stepped into the fighting ring and faced Stiles he remembered why he was doing all of this.
The omega gawked at him and barely paid attention to the other competitors Talia was mentioning and Derek smiled at the thought of having all of his attention. Stiles blushed from the tips of his ears to his neck and began to run his fingers through his hair while looking away.
Derek began to wonder how far down that blush traveled when he shook his head and tried to focus on the imminent battle. He caught the last of what his mother was saying. “—have a good fight and good luck.” More clapping and the horn that signaled the beginning of the fight sounded.
Derek’s fourth Chase will be his last if he doesn’t catch an omega this time. He’s starting to doubt this whole soul-mate thing anyway, at least until someone from his past shows up and gives him the run of his life.
King Derek, alphas of alphas, ruler of the realms, lord of the city of Beacon Hills, has just asked newly discovered omega Stiles to be his consort and mate. And Stiles, being the lowly commoner that he is, has no choice but to say yes. Will the King’s past allow him to love again? Will Stiles ever escape the confines of his new mate’s possessive will? Can there be love once more in the castle? Or perhaps, yet again, another betrayal?
Marshal Frank Doyle brings the outlaws of Mars to justice, but one thief always eludes his grasp. The criminally charming Sadie “The Phantom” Parker seems to be one step ahead of him at all times. Even when he does manage to catch her and take her into custody, he’s always the one that ends up handcuffed and locked in one of the Marshal Station’s holding cells. But Frank doesn’t mind too much, since it means that he gets another chance to chase his sort-of nemesis, almost-girlfriend across the red plains, and honestly, it’s kind of fun.
SHE CANNOT AFFORD a misstep ━━━ not ever , but especially not now . Separated from her team ( separated from the Colonel ) and placed aboard the Chimaera like some kind of HOSTAGE ; it was as though she had a blaster to her head , a knife to her throat . One wrong move ━━━ from herself , or especially from Mustang ━━━ and they would all be as good as DEAD .
Her feet carry her with all of the confidence she can muster , taking her towards Thrawn’s office as if she were actually an officer’s aide , and not a glorified PRISONER , a pawn to be used to destroy her own people .
The door slides open before she even has a chance to knock , her eyes widening unconsciously with the flash of fear that LANCES , like a bolt of lightening , through her mind . The Admiral’s casual omniscience was UNNERVING , even to an observer , but directed at her … it was positively frightening .
I’m sorry for all of the ooc and little to no activity but I feel like I owe it to you guys to say this. All of my hxh blogs (Pairo, Tonpa, Hisoka, Shizuku and this one) are on an indefinite hiatus. I will come back, but I’m not really sure when… Hxh used to be a big part of my life and I really enjoyed it, but recently its been… rather boring… it doesn’t help that our fandom is practically dead. I’ll come back though. I can never give up Neon tbh.
Fics written about the musical are labeled “Musical ‘verse”. The others are all for the movie.
I’m always accepting prompts (even if I don’t always get to them quickly), and I’m always willing to discuss headcanons and prompts pertaining to Newsies. I think it goes without saying that if you like any of these stories (or even dislike a couple) and give me feedback, I’ll be super happy about it.
For jaydick prompt, can we have Dick see the Jason for the first time since he comes back and he has no idea what he should do. Like Jason is his supposed little brother but now he's an anti-hero that kills people. And on the other hand he's hot and kinda wants to date him.
I loved this prompt so much. I’ve always wanted to write a fic about this particular topic. Jason comes back as Red Hood and he and Dick have feelings despite all the shit going on around them.
I’m Not Going to Stand Here and Wait
As much as they all tried their best to hide it, ever since Jason had died all those years ago, any time there was an appearance of the Joker or one of his wannabes, it stressed them out more than any other case. When the Red Hood made his appearance in Gotham, Dick had seen the tense set in Batman’s shoulders. They had all taken on more patrols trying to stop him, but every time, they never managed to catch him.
One night Dick almost catches him, but the Red Hood must have been paying more attention to him than he thought. He somehow knew Dick had twisted his knee just enough on patrol the other night and all it had taken was a swift kick to the patella to knock him out of the game for a week.
Summary: Instead of heading for a career in acting, Dylan becomes a YouTube star (well, the number of subscriptions on his channel says so, he vehemently disagrees) with a less than subtle crush on one Tyler Hoechlin, a newcomer on the indie movie scene. With Dylan’s popularity resulting in invitations to run interviews on red carpets, he knows it’s only a matter of time before he runs into Tyler. What he’s not expecting is meddling friends (really, he should’ve known) and how the actual meeting plays out.
A/N: This is a (very belated, so sorry) birthday present for sinyhale, who poked at a plot bunny and fic happened. Happy birthday, hon! A/N #2: This fic also has pretty, thanks to aredblush. Click HERE for her adorable art <3
Warning: I have exactly zero knowledge of YouTubers and how things work there, so please consider about everything regarding the community creative license on my part. Apologies for any and all inaccuracies.
there YouTube, Dylan signing on again!”
fiddling with the camera, the new one that he just got that morning, but he’s
still not all that happy with the settings. The only reason he got it was
because the subscriptions on his channel were getting higher, and he figured
that he owes the viewers better quality than the inbuilt one he’s been using
anyway, straight to the point… or not so straight, maybe,” he winks at the
camera as he says the words.
Holtzmann had broken the kiss prematurely, truly done with the festivities for the afternoon. She would have rather have been at home the whole night anyway, but the girls had insisted that they all attend the Mayor’s function. She had gotten a few kisses, pecks mostly, from a few people… but the attention was starting to grate on her nerves. She didn’t understand this tradition. Granted she was raised Jewish soooooo….
Blue eyes caught the tail end of Erin brushing past Abby and the engineer apologized to the brunette and went after her. It was like she could feel the anger dripping off of her like ectoplasm. “Erin… Erin stop.” The petite blonde finally caught up with her. “Babe, whoa, hey… what’s up?”
Erin was insecure about her relationship with Holtzmann on the best of days, that was no secret to either of them. Despite the engineer’s insistence that she really only had eyes for Erin, it was especially at functions like there, where Holtzmann was showered in attention from people who were more beautiful and more successful than she was that she really began to feel like this was all just some big joke being played on her. That Holtzmann was only pretending to be interested in her, only to drop her like a rock and laugh at her because as if, Erin.
And seeing Holtzmann and Jennifer, knowing what they’d had, looking all friendly and cozy… Yeah, Erin was pissed. But most of all, she was hurt.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Holtzmann.” Erin’s tone was cold, and she didn’t even look at the engineer as she kept walking. “Go back to your stupid girlfriend, you two seemed rather cozy there.”
When I look at you I sprout daisies and daffodils in my lungs.
You remind me that miracles come bundled up in summer dresses and sugar water smiles.
My voice still trembles when I try to tell you that you look beautiful,
Always you kiss me quick and I know that you forgive me for my awkward tendencies.
I don’t think they make me any better,
You make me better and you make me want to better than I already am.
We are not a mix of sugar and salt but spice and sweet.
And you’d think that we don’t exactly go together but it’ll just take some getting used to.
I’m still getting used to the idea that you haven’t left yet even after all my neurotic affects;
You told me, once, when we were too drunk to walk that
“Nothing about you is wrong to me.”
And I remember thinking how weirdly you worded it,
But I also remember that it sounded so beautifully constructed.
I know we’re just getting started,
I know we’ve just begun.
I told you that I have a tendency to burn and that I wouldn’t mind if you decided to run.
You told me,
“Baby, I like playing with matches.”
Ianto had slowly felt at home with the team, more so when it came to Jack. Jack was his alpha, though both unclaimed they had a mutual understanding that they belonged to one another. Jack disliked claiming his mates, overtime he did he lost them far sooner than he liked. He chocked it up to a curse so he refused to claim Ianto as his own, and IAnto excepted that. He was content and happy with their arrangement.
Though that soon ended when Jack disappeared suddenly one day and never returned. Ianto took it far harder than it showed. Small things changed overtime and Ianto accepted Jack would not be returning for him, even though a part of him still hoped, ached, and yearned for his Alpha.
The team tried to help, they got him through his heats and gave him the attention he needed, but they were not Jack and could only do so much for him. He needed a mate, and with each passing day of Jacks disappearance it was becoming far more evident the toll it was taking on Ianto.
So here he was, as usual, sitting outside, clutching a cup of coffee as he gazed out at the bay before him. His usual morning ritual, before the rest of the team arrived for work. A few moments of solace, to reflect on everything, and to wonder the overlong question that plauged his mind. “Why did he abandon me?”