I found this lovely picrew (and it’s taking every ounce of my self control not to change my icon into this because I only just updated it a couple days ago) and I love it so much that I want to share it!! I love how accurate this one is, I love the colors, textures, aesthetic <3
One of my mutuals has found a new hyperfixation so my dash is a bit useless at the moment. At the same time I love how they are so clearly enjoying themselves. You do it babe!
I’m so thankful for each and every one of you guys, so I decided to do a little celebration to celebrate my love and appreciate for y’all!! There are three options: ships,blurbs, and moodboards, and you can send in your requests/asks for any of these from now until 12:00 AM CST on May 28
Ships:
Send in any information about yourself that you think is important: looks, hobbies, likes, dislikes, random fun facts, whatever you want
Specify if you would like to be shipped with a Star Wars character, Oscar Isaac character, or Pedro Pascal character (if you don’t specify I’ll just choose from all three categories :))
Blurbs:
Send in the number of the prompt and the list it’s from, along with the name of any of the characters I write for, and I’ll write a little blurb! (between 400 and 700 words)
Send me any information, and I’ll make a little moodboard for you! Tell me your favorite color, favorite character, an idea or dream you have, a hobby, literally anything, and I’ll use that to make the moodboard
Feel free to be as descriptive or non descriptive as you want
Rating: Teen Word count: 1.5k+ Warnings: Hurt/Comfort (happy ending tho) Summary: After another confrontation with the gods, you help Marc in the aftermath.
A/N: immense thanks to @okay-hotshot for helping me with some of Marc’s characterization, suggesting the title and also being a champ and reading the concept of this fic first thing in the morning <3
It is a struggle getting back to your flat, Marc practically being dead on his feet from yet another confrontation with the other gods. You hated the look on his face every time he came out of them; more than weary, he was fucking exhausted, drained to the point that he couldn’t be bothered in hiding it from you, that he didn’t do more than grunt in vague protest when you insisted he lean on you for support.
He never went into great detail what happened in those rare gatherings, but you’d ascertained that whatever went down was by no means pleasant for him. He was always clammy, sweat beading his brow and his cheeks wet with tear tracks you never called attention to afterward.
Tegan, this is so sweet!! I’m always happy to help with Marc!
I adore the softness of this fic. More often than not, the physical, mental, and emotional exhaustion of being Khonshu’s avatar isn’t spoken enough. Just being there to comfort Marc and take care of him is just so warm and comforting. Not often we get to see Marc’s vulnerable side, and seeing him open up to the reader to take care of him and just be himself around you is just *sighs wistfully.* He deserves all the good things, I just want to wrap myself around him and you evoke that feeling of wanting to help *but* show him how loved he is very well.
I’m going to fucking cry And I desperately feel like I’m about to spiral down another rabbit hole!
On another note.. I sure do miss my Supernatural friends I’ve made! I haven’t talked to most of yall after Covid and I’m sorry. I’m not sure who’s all still here, but I’m sending my love
Ifinally had some time to catch up on my reading and posting, and I was able to get in a lotof reading this past weekend. So this will be a bit long as it contains a little over two weeks’ worth of wonderfully entertaining fics.
Enjoy!
Many of these blogs and fics areNSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors and heed the warnings for each fic.
All fics are from the SPN fandom unless otherwise noted.
✨✨Currently, the time I have for reading comes in small random time blocks, so starting with June, I will now be doing a Monthly Fic Rec Post. The first monthly fic rec list will be Monday, July 4, 2022.✨✨
Series Warnings: Language, Break-Ups, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mild Violence, Talk of Domestic Abuse
Chapter Warnings: Language, Violence
Series Summary: After a hard breakup, Jensen decides to throw himself into organizing a Music Festival in Austin that is meant to raise money for a few of his most cherished charities and organizations. As he throws himself into planning it, he stumbles upon a spirited, undiscovered performer, who he convinces to come aboard to help plan and coordinate the event with him.
What transpires after that takes both Jensen and his new friend, by surprise. But when their respective pasts come back just before the event kicks off in Austin, they will both have to decide if the unexpected feelings are worth perusing, or if they should just walk away and go on with their lives.
Songs in this chapter:You Belong With Me by Steve Carlson and Love Is Here To Stay Frank Sinatra.
Chapter Summary: The consequences of Nathan’s assault are graver than anyone thinks. But everyone tries to pick up the pieces and move on with the future that lies ahead.
WC: 14K with Song Lyrics. Song lyrics in bold and italic are not written by me.
I… damn… I… there is nothing I can say that will fully express the emotions that this chapter, this series, elicit in me.
My heart raced and skipped and broke and swelled and… just all the feelings. No matter how much angst there is, this story never fails to make me feel joy and oh so grateful that I have been blessed with the privilege to read such a masterpiece.
Babes, this legit made me tear up, thank you sooooo much!!! Its been so long since I started this story, and I didn’t think anyone was even reading it anymore! One chapter left and I am dreading saying goodbye to Trix and Hollywood, I love them so much!!!!
Again, thank you for your wonderful words and feedback, they mean the world to me!!!
A little hello to all of you, on this day of May when the temperatures are already too hot for the season…I don’t know how our Indian and Pakistani friends do with such high temperatures…Let’s hang on ! Here are two pictures of an afternoon spent in Paris, with a little wink to @julibernardo since the coffee is called Odessa ;-).
Other than that I’m back to work, and things are not easy right now. That’s why saying hello to everyone is always a good idea!
Spring has definitely sprung around here! I have bunny friends hopping around my yard almost every day and this nest was a surprise I found behind the wreath on my front door.
Much love to the Bellarke fam! I hope you all are doing well! ❤️
alas, my holiday is over now. it’s a struggle to go back to getting up early in the morning after oh, the whole week off but what can you do. someone has to earn enough to feed the cat ;-)
i hope you guys have a good day and a good week. the Eurovision Song Contest starts tonight, so i apologise upfront for all the spam you’re all about to see here. do come join me in shitposting, though, Europe! :-)
Loving all of your pictures of Spring! It tried to snow here today haha. But I think we should have real Spring by next week if the weather cooperates.
Things are super busy but good. Our first tour stop was great. I got to have lunch with my grandma and meet up with some friends that I haven’t seen in years and aside from a very turbulent plane ride it was wonderful. Looking forward to our next stop in a couple of days!
Thank you @togetherkru@igotbellarkeforthat and @carrieeve for the tags. Stef - beautiful architecture! Adorable coffee shops! I want to be back in Europe . Kim - it’s too bad that Easter is already past because those photos are absolutely perfect. So cute. Karolina - I love the color of those flowers. And as a little bonus just for you: here’s a picture from performing with Ruslana back in 2016
Summary: There are protocols in place for a reason.
Pairing: Peter Parker x female reader
Word count: 10.9k
Rating: 18+, no minors
Warnings/tropes: sex pollen therefore dubious consent, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, anxiety, coworkers/friends to whatever the hell these two have going on
Peter Parker was a nice guy.
And not a nice guy in the way that men described it when they couldn’t figure out why women weren’t interested in them, but a genuinely nice guy. When his name popped up on the schedule, she looked forward to work just a bit more. He was easy to talk with and smarter than anyone she’d ever met, but never in an obnoxious way. Just kind and goofy and considerate and he actually listened when people talked.
She knew some things about him— his aunt was a nurse, he’d gone to ESU and graduated two years ahead of her, he showed up to work sometimes with faint bruises on his face, and that he had nice eyes. Maybe it wasn’t very professional to think about his eyes, but who was gonna get in her brain and stop her? Thinking wasn’t a crime. Anyway, it was just a little bit of loneliness. She’d been single for six months now— the entire time she’d known Peter, actually. He’d come to the lab a week after she’d ended it with her boyfriend, her selfish shitty mean boyfriend who she should have ditched ages ago but was too scared to.
The day they’d met, Peter had had the decency to not judge her when she’d angrily shouldered the vending machine after it had eaten her dollar, because all she wanted was a stupid bag of chips on her stupid break and the stupid red light just blinked at her with an error message, a middle finger if she’d ever seen one.
But instead of leaving, he’d walked over, given the machine an impressive shove, and the bag dropped to the bottom. He’d fished it out, handed it to her, and she’d accepted it, totally embarrassed that anyone had seen her have a meltdown, especially a new coworker. What a great first impression.
“I’m so sorry,” she’d said, staring at the bag. “I, uh. It’s been a bad week. I won’t do that in the lab, I promise.”
He’d nodded kindly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s okay to have a bad week. Sorry it’s happening to you.”
Look, bro, respectfully, i feel so fucking disrespectful about this fic. It is HOT. It is EVERYTHING. I want to buy it dinner. i want it to take me out (either on a date or with a sniper rifle). I want to hold you, thrill you, kiss you, squeeze you – because this is a GIFT.
First of all and I’ll say it again – HOT.
This is a SUPER underrated trope, if you ask me, because it’s NOT that easy to get right. But this was so right it was insane.
First of all – the silvery pollen – I could just SEE all of this so clearly in my head and it was beautiful and frantic and insane.
This?? This took me out:
“Hate hearing you beg,” he said, shoving his hand between them, plucking at the button on her jeans. “I’ll give you whatever you need, okay? Gonna make it all better, I swear.” His voice was soft but low, fucking blown apart with lust and it was doing nothing to soothe her. It felt like an eternity passed before she heard the creak of her zipper and felt him tug her jeans and underwear down just enough to get his hand between her thighs.
“Gonna make it all better” – SIGH. And THIS????
“I know,” he assured her, leaning down to kiss her as he rubbed tight circles against her. It was just enough to take the sting out of her chest. His other hand was gripping the base of her skull, and she needed that, needed him to hold her and tell her what to do until her head cleared. “Need you to kiss me back, okay? Need you to try to give it back to me. Can you do that?”
“Need you to try and give it back to me.” This repeated line??? Is officially the cause of my death. Like, please notify the coroner. This has ended me.
I loved that it was repeated thing throughout.
I loved that you could feel and sense their connection, before the pollen, and again throughout – that they genuinely like each other and care and don’t want this to be a thing that ruins it for them.
And of course– your Peter?? He’s HOT. He’s a gentleman. He’s a dirty-talker. he’s DEVASTATING. You have DEVASTATED ME.
The love letter to his big hands??? Just catch me swooning.
“Can’t say things like that to me, I can’t—” he tried to warn her, but she cut him off with another kiss and pulled him down to the floor because she could barely stand.
GOODBYE.
Also – you said something to me that was INSANE today and I want to point out to you why it’s insane – you said you dont understand how we can speak the same language and put sentences together so differently? I AGREE babe – your writing is DEVASTATING.
You write kissing SO WELL, like I am sitting here left with the feeling of how fucking OBSCENE It is, the way you write kissing to be so sensual, complete, hot, wonderful. I am OBSESSED.
Kissing his thumb and putting it in her mouth? THis???
“Yeah?” He sloppily kissed her shoulder, his rhythm faltering at her words.
“Kiss me,” she ordered, not sure where her nerve had come from. “Please kiss me.”
His mouth was on hers instantly and she tugged on his hair before dragging her nails across his shoulders. “Fuck,” he groaned into her mouth
You’re sick for this, you’re a plain-dealing villain. you write intimacy so BEAUTIFULLY I’m ready to just be buried with a printed copy of this.
Okay I think I’ve traumatized you enough with my screeching. But BEAUTIFUL work, my love. I am OBSESSED.
hang the stars upon tonight [tasm!peter parker x reader]
A/N:Here it is at LONG LAST – my entry for @spidervee April AU event. Please enjoy tattoo artist!Peter Parker. Reblogs are always appreciated! Except it’s June, so we’re claiming SUMMER AU EVENT!
Reblogs make the world go ‘round.
Pairing:TASM!Peter Parker x fem!reader (no use of y/n; Peter calls reader “Eden.” Gentle reminder that all my readers are written ambiguously, but I write them as latinx!readers).
Word Count: 23.6k (I KNOW, OKAY?) of little ‘forevers,’ of constellations and conundrums, of ink on bodies and ink on pages, of heartache and holy moments.
Warnings: my writing is its own warning, cw/tw: mentions of getting a first tattoo – so, minor discussions of pain, discomfort and a little mention of blood. Also – a bit of angst, and smut, so 18+ ONLY – touching, biting, my usual odd attempts at dirty talk, fingering, oral (female receiving), p in v sex, peter is kinda rude at times, i’m sorry but it’s true.
Summary:Tattoo!AU – Peter is a tattoo artist with a sleeve of stars and his own ideas about love. Until he meets you – the literary-loving prospective client with her heart set on forever, a perpetual garden of greenery and goodwill. Will you find your forever? Or are you doomed to dance and die in the arms of a beautiful boy?
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–So many aspects of life are fleeting …
The beloved, pink sparkly jellies you’d worn through as a child that pinched your toes, but you’d loved anyway. Flowers that withered and died before you’d gotten a chance to fully appreciate their bursting blooms from the vase at the corner of your windowsill. Loves that come and are lost, that feel grandiose and historic in the moment, but are no more than brushes against lips and fading fingerprint bruises along hips. The seasonal changes that marked each year, autumn bleeding auburn unto the white of winter’s chill.
Perhaps that’s why the permanent things never really scared you. No, you’d preferred the steadfast staunchness of things that stood the test of time.
You’d accepted that certain aspects of life would come and go, with the next person none the wiser … Like when you returned a library book, and the next person to hold it would be blissfully unaware that you had beheld the same text. Your fingerprints invisible to them, save for a dated stamp on a card tucked inside the front jacket.
Was it right to say you feared fleeting things? Perhaps it was more accurate to say that you craved constants where you could get them. Keep them.
You held, with great reverence, the concept of ‘forever,’ of love and lasting, and of something that would endure,beyond yourself and your finite time. You never started a job with the intention of leaving it. And you never took lightly any decision that would have a rippling impact. It just wasn’t in your nature. That said, the weight of a choice was not heavy on your shoulders; no, you held it in your hands with gentle certainty, as one might cradle a small, smooth stone. Before skipping it and watching the ripples extend outward with each touch to the water’s smooth surface, destined to touch and extend forever.
So the prospect of getting a tattoo – something permanent by its nature – filled you with a thrill in the knowledge that your body would behold this piece throughout your lifetime, etched into your being. Something to remind yourself of who you were in this moment, as well as a piece of your soul you could share with others. Your heart literally on your sleeve, if you so chose.
Suffice it to say you were one to do your due diligence when it came to the permanent things.
It’s not every day that I get to read something that makes me go “thank you,“ that feels like a literal gift to my imagination and soul, but this here is it.
This is without a doubt one of the best, most beautiful fics I’ve ever read (it even surpasses the “fanfic” nature of it, it could be its own short story and I would love it all the same). This is an incredible piece of art, with beautiful themes, excellent character and pacing, and so much personality it feels like a living, breathing thing on its own.
LIZZY, my Liz, is it weird if I screenshot this?? Print it out?? Keep it in my back pocket for a rainy day?? I just… This is so far beyond any reaction I could ever have expected to this story and to come from someone whose writing I admire as much as yours? It means the world. YOU mean the world.
I’m still reeling with excitement about our conversation earlier where I got to share all the "bonus” tattoos of Peter’s that didn’t make it into this fic, you had such a keen eye and heart while reading this it really, truly makes me feel seen, appreciated, understood with everything I was trying to do here. Especially because this fic took me SO LONG it just feels so especially like a balm, like love, like adoration, that you’ve picked up on so many things I loved about this story.
In particular:
their date and the kiss at the end, it’s like my heart and my brain are on fire at once. And then the TRAGEDY of his fear of forever, and how his words not only sting, but they sting in psychological ways because we deeply understand this reader and her perspective of the world. we’ve come on the journey with her this far and to see that she was “going in the wrong direction” makes us feel just as foolish as she feels. almost unreliable narration swayed by the notion of an old-fashioned love story. and even the words she uses to describe him change in this scene - “this smooth-talking nothing of a man.” It humanizes him and humbles her so quickly and thoroughly. by the time he storms out all the poetry is gone from his words – “I’m not good at this thing….” “this is done…”
ALL OF THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS TRYING TO DO. Til he leaves her apartment, it’s all her perspective, her journey, her take on what this romance is becoming. She’s only seeing it the way she can and is hoping for! And sometimes, the other person has a different idea and you don’t realize until it’s too late. I related to Eden so much in this moment. There’s so much pain in unrealized romance, in unmitigated attraction, especially when you realize maybe it’s not as mutual as you’d thought?
And YES – Peter becomes almost a different person here, he speaks differently..he’s cold and brusque and he’s lost some of his poetic sweetness. This conversation threw him for a loop and I think he’s been dealing with certain things in a certain way since Gwen and he’s used to attraction and facile romance being easy for him. I don’t think he was expecting anything serious until he realized later that he actually WAS serious about her and just wasn’t ready to admit it.
AND THE SMUT! You’re an angel for saying so lol I’m so nervous about it every time I write it but I fully believe Peter is chatty and vocal. And yeah, he’s got a bit of a dom thing going, doesn’t he? (Admittedly, this is just me and my personified shyness as the reader lol but I do think it works for this Peter.)
I just feel wholly undeserving of this praise as a whole – to hear your expressed love for this journey, that it feels like a love story… My heart is so full right now.. again, I’m keeping this in my back pocket.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for your keen eye and your beautiful heart. I adore you. Your reaction to this story has made this fic full-circle, complete and beautiful, in my mind.
hang the stars upon tonight [tasm!peter parker x reader]
A/N:Here it is at LONG LAST – my entry for @spidervee April AU event. Please enjoy tattoo artist!Peter Parker. Reblogs are always appreciated! Except it’s June, so we’re claiming SUMMER AU EVENT!
Reblogs make the world go ‘round.
Pairing:TASM!Peter Parker x fem!reader (no use of y/n; Peter calls reader “Eden.” Gentle reminder that all my readers are written ambiguously, but I write them as latinx!readers).
Word Count: 23.6k (I KNOW, OKAY?) of little ‘forevers,’ of constellations and conundrums, of ink on bodies and ink on pages, of heartache and holy moments.
Warnings: my writing is its own warning, cw/tw: mentions of getting a first tattoo – so, minor discussions of pain, discomfort and a little mention of blood. Also – a bit of angst, and smut, so 18+ ONLY – touching, biting, my usual odd attempts at dirty talk, fingering, oral (female receiving), p in v sex, peter is kinda rude at times, i’m sorry but it’s true.
Summary:Tattoo!AU – Peter is a tattoo artist with a sleeve of stars and his own ideas about love. Until he meets you – the literary-loving prospective client with her heart set on forever, a perpetual garden of greenery and goodwill. Will you find your forever? Or are you doomed to dance and die in the arms of a beautiful boy?
—
–So many aspects of life are fleeting …
The beloved, pink sparkly jellies you’d worn through as a child that pinched your toes, but you’d loved anyway. Flowers that withered and died before you’d gotten a chance to fully appreciate their bursting blooms from the vase at the corner of your windowsill. Loves that come and are lost, that feel grandiose and historic in the moment, but are no more than brushes against lips and fading fingerprint bruises along hips. The seasonal changes that marked each year, autumn bleeding auburn unto the white of winter’s chill.
Perhaps that’s why the permanent things never really scared you. No, you’d preferred the steadfast staunchness of things that stood the test of time.
You’d accepted that certain aspects of life would come and go, with the next person none the wiser … Like when you returned a library book, and the next person to hold it would be blissfully unaware that you had beheld the same text. Your fingerprints invisible to them, save for a dated stamp on a card tucked inside the front jacket.
Was it right to say you feared fleeting things? Perhaps it was more accurate to say that you craved constants where you could get them. Keep them.
You held, with great reverence, the concept of ‘forever,’ of love and lasting, and of something that would endure,beyond yourself and your finite time. You never started a job with the intention of leaving it. And you never took lightly any decision that would have a rippling impact. It just wasn’t in your nature. That said, the weight of a choice was not heavy on your shoulders; no, you held it in your hands with gentle certainty, as one might cradle a small, smooth stone. Before skipping it and watching the ripples extend outward with each touch to the water’s smooth surface, destined to touch and extend forever.
So the prospect of getting a tattoo – something permanent by its nature – filled you with a thrill in the knowledge that your body would behold this piece throughout your lifetime, etched into your being. Something to remind yourself of who you were in this moment, as well as a piece of your soul you could share with others. Your heart literally on your sleeve, if you so chose.
Suffice it to say you were one to do your due diligence when it came to the permanent things.
The beauty of this fic is absolutely breathtaking. I am utterly obsessed. This was so glorious that I died and was reborn. If y'all don’t know it, @rae-gar-targaryen is a goddess of poetry and we should all bow before her! Brava, my magnificent friend. Brava!
My beautiful Terry, I do NOT deserve this, I do NOT deserve YOU! You are an angel, as always, and I’m just so honored that you read this, that you put up with my rambling and my anxieties about this fic and you encouraged me every step and are so lovely. I appreciate you with my whole heart.
—In which Hvitserk falls for a good church girl, much to the disapproval of her family who finds out and marries her to a no-good, very bad man. I pictured the boards, in order, as their romance’s journey. From their first few times together — alone, flirting —, to their secret meetings — where they talk, eat, and make love —, to her marriage to the other man, and up to the point where Hvitserk — sick of seeing her mistreated and unhappy — kills the man and has to run away.
—The last board kinda doesn’t fit in the story. It’s more of a “reverend who falls for a temptress and has to cold sweat his way through the afternoons drinking tea at her parent’s home” type of thing.
—This is my third entry to @punkrocknpearls’400 Follower Trope Challenge because she deserves only hugs and kisses and lots of nice things Thanks for letting me make you these, even though technically you’re hosting a writing challenge.
A/N: All pics in the banner are from pinterest. This is my entry to @doctorwhoandfairytaillover’sShort and Sweet Challenge in honor of her gaining 700 followers Congratulations, love actually managed to stay under 700 words! this is somewhat a missing scene from s5. Hope you enjoy!
I adore this brotherly love. I can’t help but compare it to the stuff you’ve written about Ubbe & Hvitserk, totally different but still on the nose. you explore it so beautifully here. cannon never gave us enough of their brotherly bond but this seems to fit so naturally. just the innocent promises between two brothers who love & care for each other but aren’t yet scarred by politics and power. just lovely
aww, that’s so sweet of you to say, thank you!It was certainly an experience to write those two xD their dynamic is quite different and I would’ve loved to have at least one brother pair that didn’t wanna kill each other…
