There isn’t much Leliana/dwarf SO pairings and that makes me kinda sad. So I figured I’d post this and hope that someone fills it. Default name is okay. + Dirty talk + Praise kink + Oral + Strap-ons + Light bdsm (blindfolds, bondage, just no whips and shit) – Futanari, Girl Penis, whatever it’s called, no. I don’t want it. Actually trans characters are okay though – Scat, Watersports – Noncon, Dubcon – Pretty much anything involving anal

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queenofdenest:

Title:  you and I remain the same
Author: MementoMoriPontifexMortis
Fandom: Hetalia 
Warnings:  human names used bc I’m a sucker, some hidden angst, 
Relationships: DenEst
Characters: HWS Den, HWS Est, 
Tags: fluff, minor angst, 
AO3:right here!

Summary: confessions under a starry sky.

Notes: the fact that you guys saw a snippet of this in like late feb/early march and yet i’m just now posting it should tell you guys that life got hard for me - of which i am sorry. first i had to change the tenses because i absolutely hate writing in present tense and then i struggled with if i even liked it, you can thank my beta (and darling sibling) who read this over and was like please post it because without them, i’d just be struggling over if i liked it or not forever. I have so  many fics that still have never seen the light of day because of that! And a whole host of other bull showed up so     very late in posting this!

I do hope you guys enjoy, despite my struggling feelings towards this, I actually really really like this story and I would love it if you guys did too! This was written for the fic.tober ‘21, the first prompt: I need you.  If you wish to prompt me anything from that list, you absolutely can! Additional notes at the bottom like always!

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       “Don’t you realize it already?” Nikolaj said, the world quiet as the stars hung as gentle lights dotted against the black backdrop of the night sky. “I need you – I love you.”

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idabbleincrazy:

dontbreakthechain:

neko-mancy:

just saw a “only one bed” fic with the major character death warning

#i guess that’s one way to solve that problem

“This bed ain’t big enough for the both of us.”

sexwithstilinskiandhale:

Some Notes

1.) I’m not writing more Vampire Knight fics right now. I’m not quite so interested in VK that I want to write millions of fics for it. I am currently posting the chapters I wrote some time last year.

2.) If I’m not getting paid for a very specific thing in which I’m not immediately interested in, I sure as hell ain’t writing it, numerous ‘prompts’ thrown my way or not.

3.) I have commissionsto finish and terrible internet to contend with so I owe 3 people something first and am having trouble in finishing their requests.

4.) I am really not in the mood to be badgered about updates to one specific fic that was literally updated less than 24 hours ago!

Just had to get all that off my chest.

Hannigram AU. Uni Professors.

The students are HORNEE for DILFs like Will and Hannibal.

Some wanna date Will. Some want Hanni.

Some think they are married to each other.

Some think they’re married to other people.

Some think they’d make a good couple and wanna get them together.

Some just wanna thirst in peace tyvm!

Drama. Humor. Thirst.

Am I writing it? Yes. 2K words thus far.

Does anyone know of an article (or more than one) that talks about the popularity of slash fiction? There’s one I have a memory of reading but can’t find for the life of me right now.

The Most Important Thing–Good Omens Fic

With art by @cassieoh

My fic from the @the-warlock-chronicles-zine is now available on AO3! Get the full fic and Cassieoh’s lovely art there!

Read on AO3

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The most important rule when raising an Antichrist is: never get attached.

At least, it was for a demon sent to prepare the child to destroy the world and rule the ashes. The angel, as always, had a simpler job.

Brother Francis could present Warlock with his first kitten, watch the little face fill with wonder and joy. Nanny Ashtoreth had to teach the boy to let it go. He could comfort the child after a fall; she had to teach him to stand up and try again.

Brother Francis only had to love Warlock, and teach him to love in return.

Nanny was there to hone the boy, teach him to be strong, to command, to put his desires above all else. But she had another job, too.

The most important rule when preparing an Antichrist for his apocalyptic duty is: never get attached.

Particularly when one is preparing him to fail.

At any moment, the carefully laid plans of angel and demon could erupt into disaster. Someone had to be ready to act. To remember that the whole world was more important than a single child.

Nanny Ashtoreth stood always at Warlock’s side, watching like a serpent. Cold-blooded. Ready to strike.

“Warlock,” her voice snapped across the room. “You cannot bring every toy you own to America.”

“But I wuv dem!” The boy, not quite seven, clutched a teddy bear half his size.

Nanny folded her arms, stern as ever. Eyes concealed behind black lenses that reflected the world, showing nothing of herself. “What did I tell you about inanimate objects?”

He sighed. “Dey’re not f’me to wuv, dey’re tools t’be essploided in my quetht f’domination.”

“Correct. And save the baby-talk for the gardener, it doesn’t work on me.”

“Sorry, Nanny.”

“Better.” She studied the suitcase on Warlock’s bed, overflowing with stuffed animals, dinosaurs, gadgets, everything that held his interest these days. “This suitcase has to hold everything you need for your trip—”

“Ido need them!” He wrapped his arms more firmly around the bear.

Nanny raised her eyebrows, unmoved. “You need fourteen pairs of underwear. Is there room for those?”

One of Warlock’s hands worked itself loose to poke at the mess. “Mmmmmmaybe?”

“No. Nor is there room for your clothing, your spare shoes, or your toothbrush.” She gestured to the pile she’d prepared the night before. “The things you need. How do we solve this?”

He furrowed his brow while Nanny waited patiently. His parents were outside, watching the staff prepare the luggage for their trip to America. Likely wondering where their child was, but Nanny never rushed important lessons.

Finally, Warlock brightened, bouncing with excitement. “I know! Twosuitcases!”

Nanny pressed her lips into a line. “Close.”

Read the rest on AO3!

“Anne’s face lit up like Pudding Lane in 1666.”

mel-tokio:

i can’t believe “adults writing fanfiction about teenage characters is kinda creepy even if it’s g-rated” is a take that i have had to read with my own eyes on more than one occasion.

like…buddy. where do you think the source material came from? exactly how old do you think the original creators of your blorbos are? i am begging you to think about this for ten seconds.

tessasclockworkangel:

Don’t even try to lie, we all know its true-

Story and Cover Image by: usernamesweretaken

[K+][Sci-Fi][Military Drama][Intrigue] 

It’s Zistopia, in spaaaaacceeee!!!! Usernamesweretaken takes a familiar premise and uses it to create a unique story a long time in the future in a galaxy as close as you can get. Nick and Judy are spaceship commanders, all with their own crews to look after and their place in the upcoming conflict to figure out, something that will be tricky due to all sorts of conspiracies and strange powers popping up. With a lot of potential for where it may go, this is a fic to definitely keep an eye on.

~J_Shute

Archive of Our Own

Fanfiction.net

nostalgicfun:

nostalgicfun:

What was the first property/media you read fanfiction online for? 

Sometimes I forget young people exist. I’m seeing people saying that their first fic was for FNaF or Good Omens or even MLP and I’m like “Haha wow that’s all pretty new, you must have been on the internet for a while before encountering fanfiction!” 

And then the “oh no” hits. 

So I have a follow-up question: What’s the first website you read fanfiction on? Mine was Quizilla, which doesn’t even exist any more! 

Smallville, I discovered fanfiction for Clark/Chloe and Clark/Lex on kryptonsite.com forums. I actually just checked to see if it still existed and it does although the website has changed, but you can still access their old forums which I looked at and was like…hot damn. They look exactly the same

Hard to believe that was almost 20 years ago! And I’ve been floating through various fandoms since.

cryptidtumbleweed:

daylightsimon:

you know what ao3 should send authors notifications that are like “[username] tried to leave kudos again on [fic name] 38 times :)” every time they post a new chapter

Pfff yes-

@p-the-wanderer says: HAPPY ASH ANNIVERSARY SURFI!!!

I want to give my gifts, a choice of two fics. The first one offers pastries and cute Pokemon and no one gets shot:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20197786

The second one features pain. And cute Pokemon.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20198002

Adaptability

Adaptability:

1. A pokemon ability that increases the power of moves of the same type as the user. Common species with this ability include porygon, basculin and eevee.

2. The ability to acclimatise efficiently and fast to changed circumstances

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The umbreon tent at the Opal City Eevee And Evolutions Event is a good place to be, Go thinks, even though it’s early. The darkness means it’s refreshingly cool compared to outside, the ‘dark night’ coffees sold by the door are both delicious and immensely caffeinated, and the newly-evolved Instinct umbreons are sleeping (for once) in relative silence. It’s so early, in fact, that there’s only one other guest in this row. They’re pretty short, with red hair, lots of piercings and wait a minute-

“Uh, Amelie?”

Her eye flicks briefly towards him.

“Hello, Go.”

Oh. Great. He turns to look at what she’s eyeing.

It’s a good specimen from a show perspective, Go can tell. The eyes are bright and cheri-red, the coat ink-black and glossy, and the thick gold bands from evolving under a full harvest moon have a soft but powerful glow. It’s a pretty attractive pokemon for a team who deal in stolen goods, so Go braces for a knee to the stomach and hopes someone will call for security before he hits the ground.

When a minute has passed with no attack he dares to crack an eye open to look at her.

“Picking good ones to steal later? They’re all tagged and chipped you know-”

“No.”

“Planning to steal the prize money?”

“Not really.”

“Then why are you here at an eevee convention?”

She fixes him with a look and- oh.

He’s suddenly very glad Spark stayed behind. Arceus only knows the carnage that would result from him, her boss and hundreds of eevee all in the same place.

Anyway, Go, focus.

There’s no members of the public admitted right now, but there’s still a handful of breeders primping their umbreons before the gates open, and although he’s got over a foot of height on her Go doesn’t think for a minute that’ll stop him from being handed his ass if things get dicey. (Amelie did focus solely on his uninjured side when they met after the last big fight though, so that was… thoughtful? Less brutal than the majority of Rocket?)

The point is, it’s early, there’s no high-level trainers anywhere nearby and a member of Team Rocket is next to him at an Eevee Exhibition. So what should he do?

Go shrugs.

“Want to get breakfast?”

“So,” Amelie asks when they’re sat near a food stand fifteen minutes later, “Why are you here?”

He shrugs, chasing the last pieces of tamato berry around the tray.

“Some of the special entrants in the main exhibition are from Instinct Hatcheries, like that flying-type eeveelution, the dual-type vaporeon and, uh… Dumpling the shiny kit? Do you know about him?”

She nods and - wait, of course she’ll know about Dumpling, given who her boss is. Go’s certain that despite the frequent recorded visits from Mystic One on file at the kit’s hatchery, Leader Blanche themself has never actually set foot in the place.

He continues, regardless. “Because of the ties Instinct have with a lot of the organizers, we- as in, high-ranking Instinct Trainers – got special passes for the event.”

Go’s not entirely sure why he got one, really. Okay, yes, his name is down on paper as Instinct Two, but he’ll be the first to admit that compared to any of Spark’s Elite Four he’s way behind. Why is he here again?

He’s always been good at rolling with the punches, though, literal or otherwise. He’s adaptable.

(In this job, with his boss, you need to be. Otherwise you just might not survive.)

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The theory goes:

A standard, purebred eevee with no external influences will evolve in accordance with its environment - one who lives wild by a lake and hunts for food in the water will tend towards vaporeon, habitats of warm homes as cherished pets create sylveon, those raised on spiritual sites or alongside psychics evolve into espeon (and everyone knows not to leave kits near the psychic Gym Leader of Saffron City unless, for whatever reason, you want a rambunctious feline unable to manage its considerable newfound strength back right after).

Even amongst the same species there are further physiological variations. The rare wild leafeon studied in arctic tundra environments have stubby near-black leaves with a waxy finish, slow metabolisms, and a secondary ice-typing. Amongst professional breeders and co-ordinators different leafeon with unusual foliage, such as delicate ornamental leaves or chubby cacti greenery, are a hit. The reigning Kalos Queen making an appearance even has an exquisite rose leafeon as her signature companion - far too finicky for the average trainer, too fragile for regular battling. And yet, much like a wild eevee and its evolution, it’s perfectly adapted for its current environment. 

(Go figure, Go thinks as he takes a high-speed rose to the face at the front of the crowd, Amelie looking suspiciously like she’s trying to hide a smile).

But the environment is only half the puzzle. If exposed to a standard water stone, a wild eevee will undergo rapid evolution into what most would consider a ‘classic’ vaporeon – neck frill, aqua blue colouring, finned tail - even if its habitat is a frozen plain or an electrified cave.

So, as Annie had explained to him over one of the few dinners Spark or Zapdos (is there a difference, really?) hadn’t been able to crash and burn, the leading theory is that the eevee ignores its previous adaptations and rapidly adjusts in order to cope with a sudden influx of energy the stone contains - similar to how other species can go years with no sign of pending evolution but then once exposed to the right conditions, boom, a distressed golem is now stuck in your bathroom. 

“Look,” she’d said, dragging out a tablet from her purse, “The main idea is the stone itself is a strong energy source – the eevee suddenly adapts to this exposure and the energy drives the evolution to completion in seconds, but because most of these stones are similar in chemical composition the final vaporeons are also pretty identical.”

Huh, he’d thought, so that’d been why Mystic had requested a large number of eevee kits a few months before, and why so many of their high-rank trainers had similar vaporeons on their teams now. He’d assumed it was just for the team aesthetic, really, but they must have been adopted out once the research programme had wrapped up.

Annie had continued, nearly knocking over her glass as she’d gestured at the screen.

“But then we’ve got to consider that items such as Razor Fangs and Claws are similar energy sources, or possibly catalysts. We now know certain stones and trading systems count as an energy source because of the thermodynamic profiles, but how does that link to items such as Reaper Cloths? Wild dusknoir and escavalier have to come from somewhere, Go!”

It had been interesting when he’d read over it later, after walking her home – or at least, back to Mystic HQ. Aside from cases such as nidorina and nidoqueen, Instinct typically ignore the evolution status of the pokemon used for breeding to focus mostly on IVs and moves, so browsing Annie’s notes had helped show a whole new side of the story, and they’re a lot easier for a novice to read than Leader Blanche’s, that’s for sure.

There was something similar to this topic in one of his college classes actually - a certain level of energy is required to allow a reaction to occur, catalysts open up different reaction pathways with lower energy requirements, if energy isn’t available from an external source then internal energy will be used instead, and so on. Currently known sources, according to Mystic research, include electromagnetic waves during trading, certain geological features, and – if the ongoing research on eevees is any indication - evolutionary stones as well. So now Annie’s research involves looking at possible wavelengths emitted, triggering the use certain items and further analysis of evolutionary stones. (He winces on Professor Willow’s behalf. Those items aren’t cheap, after all, and Go may no longer a completely-broke student but he won’t be casually dropping ₽10,000 on a stone that will never be anything but powder for a lab experiment.)

Annie always looks so animated when she talks about her research with Mystic One. Guess it helps to have a Team Leader who you really care for.

(Then again Spark, at least, doesn’t need constant reminders to eat or sleep.)

Speaking of which…

“Uh… Leader Blanche and Annie are supposed to be here today. Could you and your boss maybe not blow up the exhibition while we’re all here? Or start a fight? Or steal anything”

Amelie doesn’t even look up from the stall she’s examining. Out of all the locations to spend the morning at, personally Go wouldn’t have picked the shopping village – it’s not even ten in the morning now and it’s already a struggle to get through the crowds. Amelie, however, is both determined and terrifying - so here they are. 

“Mystic One is currently at their headquarters having overslept. Mystic Two is with them.”

Well that’s not at all creepy.

“How do you know that?” He demands.

“Carl told me.”

“Carl, as in-”

That stuck-up dick? is what Go wants to say, but his mouth finishes, “-Valor Two?”

“Yes. We’re acquainted.”

Typical. All said stuck-up dick apparently needs to drop the snobbish attitude, even for someone like Team Rocket, is a terrifying attitude and an above-average bra size. 

(That’s probably unfair, he reflects. There’s one key reason why the two of them will never get along and it’s five-foot-ten, host to a lightning titan and drinks Go’s milk straight from the carton.)

“It’s in everyone’s best interest for there to be no fighting today, don’t you agree? Three of each, please.” Amelie directs the last part at the hovering sales assistant, guarding the stock with the tenacity of a stoutland and the attitude of a houndoom.

Honestly, Go thinks, simultaneously watching the assistant bag all the items and trying to read the labels upside-down at the same time as they’re packed, Carl and Amelie knowing each other well isn’t a bad thing. Especially given the animosity between her boss and Leader Candela - and their combined talents at causing significant property damage.

“Limited Edition Eevee Family… are these socks?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

 “You came all the way to a massive eevee exhibition… to buy yourself socks?”

He looks back at the packaging, the front home to a model in frills sporting sylveon thigh-highs and not much else.

Don’t think about her wearing them, don’t think about her wearing them-

Too late. It’s an amazing image though.

“They’re not for me. I’m here to get them for someone who couldn’t make it.” Amelie says, like she can read minds. Or maybe it was pretty obvious what he was (completely involuntarily!) thinking of.

Hang on, given that there’s one person he knows of who can make Amelie get up at the crack of dawn and wears eevee paraphernalia obsessively…

“So… your boss isn’t here today?”

There’s an unnaturally long pause.

“No,” Amelie finally says. It’s hard to tell with someone as serious as her but for a moment, Go thinks, it looks like she wants to say something more. “No, they’re not.”

“So you did come all this way just for socks?”

She shrugs.

“Lief is also thinking about breeding an eevee-cross meowth at some point, so he’s looking at possible studs as well.”

“Lief?”

“You’ve met him. Green hair, crossbred persians, kicked you in the face last month at the pier?”

Oh yeah, he remembers now. He really needs to try and run into people who are less violent, he thinks.

Amelie takes her receipt and turns to face him. “I’ll see you around, Go.”

“Uh, is it bad if I hope that’s not any time soon?”

He gets a whole smile for that.