#NEW chapter!

[limited-hero]

New chapter! No time to be resting now! The world needs saving!!! Chapter 4 page 1-3 previous /// Next

#zelda au #limited hero #the legend of zelda #tloz #lh #limitedhero #comic #au #imps #new cover! #new chapter! #gaslighting the fuck out of link

[toryhis]

Ohhhh no!😭 Poor Lance, it's not your fault!

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Just recently I was abstracting this point on my blog. I think that might be the answer for you, dear anonymous. And for me in particular.

#4kota #four knights of the apocalypse #mokushiroku no yonkishi #nnt #mokushiroku no yon kishi #lancelot #percival #new chapter on english #new chapter! #chapter 130

[freaktwinsoftheconcrete]

#haikyuu color page #furudate art #kenma kozume #new chapter! #new color page #nobuyuki kai #yaku morisuke #lev haiba #hq #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #HQ Official Art #official

[cloudwhisper23]

Vanessa flinched. “You still blame me, don’t you? Greg, I was possessed. We both were.”

There’s some weird drama going on here. Gregory pointedly glared at Vanessa. “Stay away from me.”

“Greg, please-“

“Don’t touch me, don’t come near me, and don’t call me Greg.”

“Fine then. But will you at least listen when I talk to you?” Vanessa begged. “Please. We’ve been looking for you for months.”

We? Gregory scowled. “I don’t have to listen to anything you say.”

“Yeah, I get that. But I’m asking you. Hear me out.”

“No.” Gregory started climbing over the garbage in the sewer. God, it stunk way more than it had the first time. He flicked the switch on the first generator, almost absently.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting out of here. What does it look like I’m doing?”

“You’re going to tell them where we are. Gregory, we can be more discrete about this, surely-“

“You talk like you know me. Like you get what I’m going through. But you don’t. Nobody really gets it. They just think I’m exploring for the fun of it. Well, guess what? I’ve nearly died dozens of times!”

“Yeah, I know! That’s why I’m trying to get you out of here, Gregory!”

They stared at each other in stony silence for a moment. “You’re here to save me? Don’t make me laugh, Vanessa.”

#cloud writes #new chapter! #gregory fnaf #vanessa fnaf #crossover au #idk tags #i'm tired

[spenglersglasses]

❤️‍🔥🎙️SINNERS REJOICE!!!! 🎙️❤️‍🔥

⚠️ FLASH WARNING ⚠️

Here is the next installment of our beloved Radio demon and his Princess of Hell….

A few disclaimers/reminders before we begin!

While I know it is canon that Alastor is asexual, in this fic he has a rare sexual attraction that develops for a certain someone in particular and is NOT aromatic. If this is something that bothers you or if you are not a fan of the Alastor/Charlie ship (Charlastor/RadioBelle) then this is not one for you my fellow smut enjoyers.

If you aren't bothered then be prepared, this will be a wild ride!

Also, when Alastor has moments of "glitching" or that infamous radio cracking to his voice, his speech will look like this (Ĝ͎͍͓͌͠l̡̟̩͍̐̐̕͞ì͓̞̗̜̇̿͝ẗ̼c̬̮̹̔̒́h͚͇́̓ ̙͕̮̣̎͑͛̚s̟͇̽͞p̫͉͆̈e̡͇͉͐̑̊e̻͞c͙͇̆̏h̺̗̭̙̑̓̄͝), I will be making a note of what is being said, so those who have a harder time can understand it, but I thought it was an awesome effect lol.

Anyways here we go for chapter 2!!!!

*Special shoutout to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the GLITCH dividers!

Now without further ado!

D̢͙̯̦̙͎̎̽̇̔̾͊̿̚͜͟A̜̱̫̭̽̌̔̄R̫̬͊̈̊͜Ļ̮̗̲̤͎̙̅͒̿͒̿͊͡Í̱̮͑́͢͜͠N͔̗̘͈̲̤̳̉̅̉̀͗̔͠͝ͅG̢̻̱͐́̆͜͠ (Hazbin Hotel)

When Alastor made a deal with Charlie Morningstar, he knew it was a chance for him to ascend the ranks. Now that it's been weeks since the events of the extermination battle, Alastor decides it's time to collect…what he didn't expect was to slowly fall for the Princess of Hell. But hey, a deal's, a deal.

Chapter 2: Back On the Air

Also available HERE on AO3. Haven't started yet? Beginning HERE on AO3!

Eventually will be NSFW below the cut!!

Deep in the Pride ring, the music was blasting. Club Hell 666 was popping, neon lights flashing and packed with demons, whose thirst for all that's debaucherous was at an all-time high. Vaggie had been zoning in and out at the table. Her eyes, fixed on the blinking “Powder your nose” sign. Her thoughts, miles away from their celebrations.

Angel, Husk, and Cherri Bomb doing their best to enjoy the night out. They had all taken a moment before that first taste of liquor to pay their respects to Sir Pentious. Even Cherri was unable to hold back the emotion. As the night went on, things had begun to be less somber. 

The group was enjoying the night out, with the exception of Vaggie who still seemed unable to shake things off. She just stared off, the reflection of the sign burning a permanent image in her eyes as things went on around her. Her attention only grabbed when she saw Angel pull a bag of dope from what seemed like nowhere. Hoping to do a few lines with Cherri at the table. Vaggie, unable to help herself from shooting him a look of disapproval. 

“Listen, I said I would behave—never said I’d be a saint.” Angel huffed, both he and Cherri ready to party the night away.

“You sure didn’t bitch.” Cherry Bomb laughed, playfully punching Angel’s shoulder before doing a line herself. Husk rolled his eyes, turning away when he got a good look at Vaggie. Letting out a sigh as he mustered up the will to ask her about how she was feeling. He could read the best of them, and it had been clear to him for some time that the fallen angel had a lot on her mind.

“What's got you all down in the mouth?” Husk inquired. Vaggie shrugged, acting nonchalant. The old cat knew better, shooting closer to her in his chair so they could hear one another a little easier. “Now you know I ain’t buyin’ that bullshit.”

“Hmph…” Vaggie groaned. Damn bastard always knew too much. “It’s Charlie.” she confessed, after all there was not much use in trying to keep things from Husk. It was only a matter of time before he’d have teased it out himself. 

“Ah—figured it might be.” he sighed, relaxing back more into his chair. “You know, we’ve all been through a lot these last few weeks. Give her some time.” he assured her. Vaggie smiled back at him, taking in a deep breath and exhaling hard. Hoping to let go, even if it was just for the night.  

“You’re right…just I feel like things have been different between us… even before all the stuff with the hotel and Heaven. Just seems like it all exacerbated it.” Vaggie explained, Husk nodding his head. 

“Welp, thing is…” he began. Vaggie looking over to him expecting to receive more comforting or reassuring advice. “Sometimes people change… ain’t much we can do about it. All you need to do is be you. If it’s meant to be, she'll come around.” he reasoned. It was hard to hear it, but Vaggie knew it made a lot of sense. So much had happened between them and there was no going back to how things once were, no matter how hard she might try. 

“Will you two stop yapping and live a little!” Angel yelled across the table. Vaggie, smiling over to Husk who sent her back a wink.

“Why the Hell not!” she cheered, raising her glass and deciding to enjoy herself. Her troubles could wait until morning. 

Charlie’s pacing had all but burned a hole in the rug. Back and forth she transverse the lobby. Charlie’s mind spinning with thoughts of Alastor. What was he up to? Why the special broadcast? 

It was still early in the day and Charlie was alone downstairs. Everyone else seemed to be dead asleep. The gang, having all been out into the late-night hours. Not that Charlie had a clue when they had actually come home. Only sign that they’d returned was Angel’s harness thrown haphazardly in the entryway. 

Charlie was exhausted and had once again not even bothered to return to her room. Instead, it had been another night of sleeping in the parlor. Charlie was beginning to wonder if she was subconsciously trying to widen the distance that had been growing between her and Vaggie. Had anyone else noticed?

While she absolutely still loved her, things between them just weren't the same. Though Charlie couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it happened–it did. She was no longer “in love” with Vaggie. Her heart had changed. Though it both frightened and pained her to think it, her feelings had moved on to another. Someone who no one would have guessed and that she’d never truly have. 

It was a cruel twist of fate. Falling out of love with Vaggie, who had been so loyal and true. Despite all they had been through together Vaggie was always by her side. Why now would she be falling hard and fast in love with the radio demon? She wondered if something in her knew it was happening from that first moment, when he stood in the doorway. Offering up his services to her and the hotel. 

His eyes, his smile—had sent shockwaves through her. Of course, he was being dapper and charming Charlie, that's his schtick, she thought to herself. Wondering if that could really have been enough to win her over? No, it had to have been more than that. There was a vulnerability there. Deep down Alastor had a heart too. His commitment to Charlie and the hotel—to helping all the others. That had proven it—hadn’t it?

“Argh…” Charlie huffed, dropping back down on the sofa. So flustered and head aching. Her hands, coming to rub at her temples. Unable to shake the thoughts of him from her mind when she felt that someone else was nearby. Then feeling the pressure of a small foot across the toe of her shoe.  

“Ope! My bad.” Niffty said, scurrying over Charlie’s foot before incessantly scrubbing down the table. Charlie smiled, Niffty was such a big help, it was nice having her around. She had been the only one who stayed home last night–with the exception of Charlie and Alastor. 

“It’s alright.” Charlie chuckled, watching the vivacious little demoness in her duties.

“Thinking about Alastor again?” she asked, seemingly out of the blue. Charlie’s heart felt like it had stopped mid-pump within her chest. She couldn't believe it. 

“What are you talking about?” she asked, hoping to laugh it off. Niffty stared blankly at her, as if she was confused at why Charlie would ask. 

“Because you have a crush on him. I don’t blame you…he’s such a bad boy!” she smiled, continuing her work as if it was nothing. Charlie felt the heat hit her cheeks. How did she know? Did anyone else know?

“Ha ha… you had me going there. Hey why don’t you check out room 237. I hear there is an issue with the bathtub again.” Charlie suggested, trying her best to hide her embarrassment, when she heard the telltale sound of footfalls on the stairs. 

“Just fixed it again this morning. Good thing I like to stay on top of things.” Alastor mused from the staircase. Approaching the two of them, all while dandily twirling his cane. Even though Charlie had just spent the last few minutes adamantly denying it, her heart once again began pounding away at the sight of him. 

Come on Charlie… hold it together, she said to herself. Alastor came to sit down beside her on the sofa. Using his cane to tap Niffty’s busy little hand, causing her to stop and look over at him. Niffty, blinking her one eye and smiling up at him as he patted the top of her head. 

“Listen my little sprite, why don’t you run along. I have some important matters to discuss with our princess.” Alastor suggested. Niffty nodding and running off like mad up the stairs with his request. Charlie wondered what the relationship between the two of them was, though she dare not ask.  

“Everything alright?” Charlie asked, grooming her ponytail with clammy hands. Alastor was unsure what to make of her nervous disposition. Did she somehow know what he was about to say?

“My dear you seem so discontent… whatever is the matter?” he asked her. Charlie smiled, her lip quivering a bit. She didn’t want him of all people to know what she was really thinking—feeling.

“Just excited for the broadcast today!” Charlie cheered, thrusting her fist in the air. Hoping the fanfare would be enough to help move the conversation along. 

“Ah, yes. Well now that you mention it, I wanted to talk to you about it. You see our scheduled programming very much involves you my dear.” Alastor explained. Charlie’s eyes widening, her head tilting to the side–completely confused.

“Me?” she asked, raising her brows at him. 

“Of course… Who else?” he laughed, just before lifting off the sofa. Walking towards the fireplace. Flames, crackling and popping as Alastor stood before it. HIs infamous smile, glinting in the light as he placed his hands behind his back. 

“Al, what are you ta-talking about? What–what are you asking me?” Charlie stuttered. Alastor spun around and bent down to meet with her eyes. The green light of his power illuminated him as he reached out his hand. Waiting for Charlie to take it. 

“It’s time to pay the pied piper…” He explained, “...we had a deal Charlie and I͙̭͛̚'̙͔̦̭͖̆͊̅̎͡M̗̼̪̙̓̒͗͊̀͟ ̨̦̝͕̥͎̐̆̍̐̄̈́͘͢Ň̡̼̔̇͢O̺̍T ̥̱̮̮̫̐́̇̇͌͆͘͟ͅA̻͔̎̑Ş̪̙͕̮̂̅̏̉̃̅͢K̺̩̩͂͐͡I̺̙̗̲̖̯̊́̏͒͗͂͜͡N͔̳̲̮͕͙̩͊̊́͌͊̔͡G͈̫͉̥̲̳̫̔̾̑͒̐̽͘.” Alastor cracked, dials spinning and his voice thicker and more intense than usual. Charlie felt icy running through her veins. Both frightened and intrigued by him though Alastor quickly returned to normal before speaking again as he continued. “Well, I suppose, technically I am asking… for your hand. Your hand in marriage.” the radio demon crooned. 

“Marriage?” was all Charlie could say, staring down at his hand. Feeling like the breath was stolen from within her lungs. “Al, you can’t be serious?” she asked. Wondering to herself if this was some cosmic joke. That while her feelings for him had only grown deeper, she’d be subject to his proposal for nothing but political gain. Alastor having felt nothing for her but as a means to an end. 

“Oh, but I am. Quite as a matter of fact. You marry me and together we become the talk of the town. Alastor and Charlie Morningstar. Princess—and Prince of Hell.”

“What about?” Charlie began, her heart leading before her head could remind her to keep quiet. 

“About what dear…” he asked, waiting impatiently for her to continue, “...go on now, spit it out.”

“About love?”

“Who said anything about love? Love has nothing to do with this. Remember Charlie…Y̱̺̓͞O̳̣̰̐̈́̈́͡ͅU̘̜͐͝ ̡̨͔͍͇̇̓̇̎͋O͇̭̥̫̒̚̚͡W̮̔È̺̞̜͙̍̀͌͟͠ ̙̜͈̮͚̃͌̀͘̚M̡̖̫̺͖͂͗͆̀͡Ȩ̨̛͉̤͚̰̐̆̀͋̑.” he hissed. Charlie swallowed back, reaching out her hand to take his. She had no choice. Alastor quickly grabbed onto her and shook. The deal was now satisfied, Charlie would be set to marry Alastor, or she’d lose her soul to him. 

Alastor was thrilled. His plan, now set in motion and there was nothing the Princess or anyone else could do to stop it. Not even Lucifer himself. He would tell the whole of Hell about their nuptials during the broadcast and soon be in a position to take back his freedom. Though Charlie’s mention of love had him curious. 

Did she love him? Who could ever love a thing like him? He was in the breaking and taking of dreams and souls. Nothing that Charlie was feeling would make him change his mind, would it?

As they’re eyes locked, Alastor’s face was still plastered with a smile. The room flooded over with his eerie essence, the thoughts bubbling up in his mind still at a low simmer. HIs shadow began laughing as it traveled the walls, veve appearing all around them–glowing hot and red. Charlie’s eyes filled with tears. The warm liquid, streaming down her face as she realized what she had done. In helping save her people she may have gone and damned them to a worse fate. 

“Damn, must’ve taken it a bit far last night.” Vaggie groaned, rolling over in bed. Her head pounding from the ferocity of her hangover. All she could remember was the pep talk from Husk and powering back shot after shot as Angel and Cherri egged her on. She decided she’d try to get away with lying in bed all day. That was until she felt the weight of an arm slinging over her shoulder. 

“Good morning sweet thing.” Sev whispered in her ear. His tail swayed softly as a big cheshire cat-like grin spread across his face. He was clearly satisfied with the events of the previous night. Vaggie felt sick to her stomach. Suddenly her memories came rushing back. 

They had run into Sev and his sister Trix at the club. Vaggie doing her best to keep a positive rapport, asked them to join the group. After what could only be described as a gluttonous amount of drinking and partying, she remembered them all returning to the hotel. They had staggered in at almost 3 am. 

On the way through the lobby, Vaggie caught sight of Charlie passed out on the sofa. How beautiful she looked when she was sleeping. How content, Vaggie thought, she was without her around. Vaggie’s emotions, running even higher now with the complication of her inebriated state. She allowed them to get the better of her. Angry at Charlie for having given up on them, she had decided she’d had enough. Following Sev, Husk, and Angel upstairs as the anger continued brewing inside her heart.

She remembered walking down the hall, still seething with pain and anger when she began to notice that Angel had been hanging off Husk’s arm. Hearts, practically dancing in his eyes as the two of them made their way to Angel’s room. She was upset—jealous even. Here Husk and Angel were, finally letting the obvious sexual tension between them flourish, and she was left out in the cold. Alone on yet another night while her so-called girlfriend avoided her.

What did you expect? That she’d wait up all night for you to come home and welcome you back with open arms? She thought to herself. She stopped just at her door, staring a moment at the handle before she took a moment to glance down the hall. Watching as Sev went to unlock the door to his room.  Sev happened to see her watching, waving a moment before sensing something was off. 

He approached her, wanting to say good night when Vaggie grabbed onto his arm. Pulling him towards her. Needy eyes painfully staring into his. The two strangers who desperately wanted to feel, leaning into one another. 

Before she knew it, Vaggie had invited him inside. Allowing him to share her bed. The night spent tangled up in each other's limbs. It was something she would have never done, or even considered, when sober. 

That was it. She remembered it all. Feeling the heavy weight of regret when Sev brushed back a bit of her hair from her face. Pulling Vaggie from her thoughts and forcing her to face the present situation. 

“You, ok?” he asked her, clearly having guessed something was wrong from the look on her face. She was tearful, wincing even. Sev was beginning to feel as if maybe he’d crossed a line, but Vaggie had asked him in. He never forced anything. Still, he figured redemption would be off the table had he not at least tried to take responsibility. “Vaggie—I didn’t mean to—” he continued, Vaggie began curling up tight into a ball. 

“It’s alright Sev… it’s not your fault. I just need you to go.” she sniffled back. Sev pulled Vaggie over to face him. The tears, now falling freely from her eyes.

“I’m sorry. For what it’s worth…” he continued, feeling awful about what had happened. He knew Charlie and Vaggie were in a relationship. Still, he had let his lustful desires get the best of him. 

“Just go!” Vaggie yelled, unable to stop herself from sobbing. Sev did as he was asked. Quickly gathering up his things and heading out the door. Vaggie left alone to deal with the consequences of her actions. All she wanted to do was numb the pain. To stop all the hurt from this thing with Charlie. In doing so, she knew she had ruined everything. 

As if things couldn’t get any worse there was a knock on her door. “I said go the fuck away Sev!” Vaggie yelled, forcing herself up out of bed to go scream at him. Angry that he didn’t seem to be getting the point. When she swung the door open, ready to throw hands, she was met face to face with Charlie. 

Vaggie went pale, staring into Charlie’s doe eyes. Eyes that had clearly been crying themselves. This can’t be happening… not now , Vaggie thought to herself. Charlie took a moment to look down the hall. Noticing Sev disappearing into his room. 

“Uh... Vaggie… why was Sev just leaving your room?” she asked. Vaggie held onto her head. Still wrapped in only a sheet from the events of the night before. Her hangover, having a tight grip as she tried to think of what to say.

“Charlie, I—I don’t know what to say.” Vaggie admitted. Charlie had come to tell her about what had happened with Alastor. To find solace in her girlfriend who at one time was also her best friend. As she saw Sev leaving Vaggie’s room, it was clear to Charlie what had happened, but she needed to hear it from Vaggie. 

“Did you—did you sleep with him?” she asked, the look on Vaggie’s face confessing it all. 

“It was an accident. I was just so upset about things between us… You’ve changed Charlie.” Vaggie cried, realizing how awful she sounded, only after the fact.

“Wrong answer!” Charlie hissed, turning around without shedding a tear. Angry at Vaggie’s betrayal, but even more so that she was to blame.

“That’s not…argh… Charlie I didn’t mean!” Vaggie said as she tried chasing Charlie down the hall.

“It’s over Vaggie. Stay or leave. I don't care, but it's over.” Charlie hissed. Running off as Vaggie stood there in silence. 

Notes:

I͙̭͛̚'̙͔̦̭͖̆͊̅̎͡M̗̼̪̙̓̒͗͊̀͟ ̨̦̝͕̥͎̐̆̍̐̄̈́͘͢Ň̡̼̔̇͢O̺̍T ̥̱̮̮̫̐́̇̇͌͆͘͟ͅA̻͔̎̑Ş̪̙͕̮̂̅̏̉̃̅͢K̺̩̩͂͐͡I̺̙̗̲̖̯̊́̏͒͗͂͜͡N͔̳̲̮͕͙̩͊̊́͌͊̔͡G͈̫͉̥̲̳̫̔̾̑͒̐̽͘- I'm not asking.

Y̱̺̓͞O̳̣̰̐̈́̈́͡ͅU̘̜͐͝ ̡̨͔͍͇̇̓̇̎͋O͇̭̥̫̒̚̚͡W̮̔È̺̞̜͙̍̀͌͟͠ ̙̜͈̮͚̃͌̀͘̚M̡̖̫̺͖͂͗͆̀͡Ȩ̨̛͉̤͚̰̐̆̀͋̑- You owe me.

#new chapter! #Hazbin hotel #Hazbin Hotel fanfic #Hazbin Hotel fanfics #Hazbin Hotel fanfiction #Alastor x Charlie #charlie x alastor #Radiobelle #Charlastor #Hazbin Hotel #charlie morningstar #Alastor #Romance #Angst #Drama #Power Play #Ren writes #vivzieverse #Canon/Non-Canon AU #vivziepop #A Deals a deal #Love is a helluvah thing #Asexual Alastor makes an exception for Charlie (non-aromatic) #Sex time with the radio demon #Unconventional relationships #political marriage #Frienemies to lovers #consensual/Non-consensual relationships depicted #flash warning

[burberrycanary]

Not Language but a Map (The Grammar of Sensation) ∘ a Post-TFATWS Fix-it

Stucky, Endgame Fix-it, Road Trip Get Together

Indirect light fills the bedroom with a pearly glow, reflecting off the courtyard walls outside where more of those tangling vines with hundreds of pale star-shaped flowers trail down. They must’ve forgotten to close the curtains after eating room service late in the little private courtyard covered with blue-and-yellow tiles as Bucky lounged in one chair with his bare feet kicked up on another, wearing only those dark sweats low on his hips.

Now, heavy and warm with sleep, Bucky sprawls out against his chest; Bucky, who came back to his bed at some point in the early morning.

Steve skims his knuckles down the long dip of Bucky’s spine: his walking-around miracle, his bad penny.  

Read Chapter 7 on AO3

Only the epilogue left to go in this part of the series!

#stucky #stucky fic #steve x bucky #steve x bucky fic #steve/bucky #steve/bucky fic #stevebucky #stevebucky fic #steve rogers #bucky barnes #endgame fix-it #endgame fix-it fic #post-tfatws #post-TFATWS fic #new chapter! #not language but a map #the existential loneliness of steven g. rogers #bucky barnes needs a hug #otp: till the end of the line #otp: even when I had nothing I had you #steve makes better choices #he's trying folks

[the-badger-mole]

Uncharted Waters: Our Kindred

The sun was coming up when the group stepped back into the village. Despite the early hour, everyone seemed to be awake and waiting for the men’s return. Katara and Zuko were deposited with surprising gentleness in the middle of the gathered crowd. They scrambled towards each other as best they could until they were back-to-back. Katara assessed the situation. Their bonds felt like vines. Strong, but flammable. Cuttable. They could get free, physically, but then what? There was no way to strategize with all these people watching, and even if there had been an opportunity to talk, all Katara could think to do once free was to blindly run off back into the haunted swamp. If the villagers decided to turn on them, though, they wouldn’t have any other options. From the ridged tension she could feel through Zuko’s back, he had probably come to the same conclusion. Katara stretched out her fingers and brushed the tips against Zuko’s clenched fist. Hesitantly, he opened his hand and laced his fingers through hers.  

Around them the villagers whispered excitedly to each other. Huu’s name came up several times. A few of them were going on about having more visitors. How rare it was to have even one stranger in their midst, now they had had four times that. No one was talking directly to Katara and Zuko, and they hadn’t said anything either. After a while of being gawked at and whispered over, Katara realized that Zuko was slowly drawing her hand to his hip. She was confused until she felt the hilt of his dagger beneath his shirt. So, he thought they should make a break for it, then. Katara glanced around at the people surrounding them. She didn’t think she could draw the blade without also drawing attention. If they were going to get out of their bonds, they’d need to be more subtle. Zuko could burn through the vines holding him down, but Katara was sure he would’ve thought of it already if it were a good option. Maybe, though, she had a better way.

Read the rest of the chapter here

#atla #zutara #uncharted waters #new chapter! #thanks for all your patience while I took a break!💓 #i don't know exactly what my updating schedule will look like from here #but it probably won't be weekly #i will shoot for twice a month #no promises tho

[none-sex-left-gay]

New Chapter: 5 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright & Yahari Masashi | Larry Butz Characters: Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Pess (Gyakuten Saiban) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, art student pheonix, Slow Burn, larry's his roommate, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Pheonix Wright, art student, is broke. Miles Edgeworth, prosecutor, needs a housekeeper. They make what they assume is a simple arrangement and become employer and employee. Of course, things are never so simple between these two.

#new chapter! #ace attorney #narumitsu #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #aa #ao3

[areseebee]

something stupid

“We’ll always be friends. It’s just the once. Everything will be absolutely the same after.” _ The summer before they start their first term at Queens University Belfast, James and Erin do something stupid. part II: call it torture, call it university derry girls | james/erin | university fic | rated M

#new chapter! #derry girls #jerin #james maguire #erin quinn #something stupid #my fic #songs i associate with this chapter are 'tattooed tears' by the front bottoms (aka what i was listening to in college) #and 'she likes another boy' by oscar lang. 'casual' by chappell roan. with a splash of 'wouldn't it be nice' for some extra flavor

[hypermoyashi]

Chapters: 6/8 Fandom: Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023), Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood Characters: Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Meryl Stryfe, Milly Thompson, Millions Knives (Trigun) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, scifi setting, Royalty AU, Childhood Friends, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sex, Trans Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Trans Nicholas D. Wolfwood, T4T Vashwood, Demi!Vash, Grayace!Wolfwood, Amnesia, Implied/Referenced Human Trafficking, Mistaken Identity, Wolfwood and Vash's big con job, Implied/Referenced Transphobia, Ace Trigun Week 2024, Day 7, Vash the Stampede has Prosthetic Legs (Trigun) Summary:

Prince Vash was dead.

Nicholas knew that. He also knew the reward money for his safe return to his brother was ridiculous, so when a man named Eriks who looked surprisingly like a grown version of the long dead prince stowed away on his ship... Well, Nicholas was only human, and that reward money could set anyone up for life.

(Or the one in which Wolfwood tries to pull a con job, only to end up biting off more than he can chew.)

#trigun #tristamp #trimax #vashwood #my fanfiction #fanfiction #new chapter! #and yes the chapter count went up again rekjgnrjkngkjn

[psalacanthea]

Vampires, Romance, and Other Dead Things- Ch. 7

a new chapter in the Modern AU astarion x drow bard tav story found HERE! Having set up a counter-ambush to an anticipated attack from the other vampire spawn, now all Zyn has to do is drag his ass onstage. He promised Shadowheart one live show, and afterward they'll draw out the servants of Astarion's mysterious vamp daddy.

But Zyn's used to working alone, and it's starting to cause problems.

...

Certain the Harpers were shadowing her, she’d found a back street that didn’t look like it would damage too much if there was to be a scuffle here.  Between a half-dozen old buildings converted into multi-housing units there was an empty lot.  There was a No Excavation notice on one of the walls, which explained why it was here.  Seemed like this place was over one of the many dangerous structures under Baldur’s Gate.

Maybe caves.  Or a drop into the Undercity, like the place by hers she’d dumped Aradin’s corpse down.  A scan showed no convenient dumping spots, however.  A broken stone bench, a lot of weeds, and a few bags of garbage.

“Hey Vamp Juniors,” she called, stepping dead-center between the buildings, gazing up at the sky.  How funny would it be if they were up there, being trailed by invisible Harpers?  Stupid vampires.  “I’m here for my money!  My friends are bringing your guy!”

She stood with her hands in the pockets of her jacket, feeling arrogant enough to do it.  They’d cobbled together a pretty good trap.  No way they’d figure it out.

“Didn’t you refuse the offer?  We were told to get rid of you,” an unfamiliar voice said from the shadows, snide and superior.

He walked out of the shadows with another vampire beside him, scarlet eyes glowing, casual upscale bar look slightly impeded by the…well, by the face.  And the hair.  They hair was the worst, really, with the poofing, and the– well, it looked like a guy with straight hair had tried to make his look kind of like Astarion’s.

His face also gave that impression, weirdly enough.

Budget Astarion.

Creepy, but also triggering to…certain instincts enhanced by her having reached out and touched misfortune.  “I don’t make it a habit to speak with men, they’re too lacking in reason and emotional control.”  She turned her attention to the vampire next to him, tiefling woman with scarlet skin.  Glowing eyes.  Hopefully it meant the vamp daddy could…see out of their eyes or something.

She wanted him to watch.

Angry.

“Do you want him or not?” she asked, noting movement out of the corner of her eye.  A trash can lid, jostled, fell to the ground with a thud.  Bad luck for them.  There were more than two of them, for sure.  “And if you try to sneak behind me , I’ll teleport to the roof and fireball this space, so you can either get out here or you can get crispy.”

“Clumsy,” the elven vamp said, voice high and mocking.  Almost childish.  Okay, maybe she wasn’t the one to speak to.  “Sister Dalyria, isn’t that embarrassing for you?”

“Violet, stop,” Great Value Astarion said.

“I was sympathizing.  Everyone’s always picking on me,” Violet pouted, crossing her arms under her breasts.

Zyn couldn’t tense up as two more vamps stalked out of the shadows– a wistful-looking elven woman and the long-haired shirtless guy from before.  Four was still doable.  They were fine.  “Okay, so I can see the tropes we’re going with her.  Insane child vampire was always a favorite of mine.  Bet you’ve got all sorts of creepy dolls!”

Violet glared at her.

“But I can’t quite place you.  Comic relief?”  she suggested to badly-cloned Astarion.

“Can we kill the prattling bitch, already?” he asked, scoffing and taking a step back.

All of their attention shifted, fast as a hastened monk, as the sound of voices started echoing from where Zyn had come from.  All five of them stood poised in silence as the voices and footsteps came closer, people finally emerging from the alley.  Astarion was being carried over Karlach’s shoulder.

Through the high of bullying, Zyn felt a tingle of amusement.  Of course he’d made Karlach carry him.  What a bitch.

“Got him secured?”  Zyn called.

“Put me down, you brute~” Astarion called with posture still completely relaxed, voice lilting a little too theatrically.  She wouldn’t be surprised if his cheek was propped up in his hand.  

How was he a bad liar, on top of everything?

The man was in politics!

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #tav: zynatheri rivati #vraodt #new chapter! #it's 11k! #sob #it's always bullying petras hours here

[toryhis]

I'm sorry, but I can't help but celebrate this cute detail! 😖

#4kota #four knights of the apocalypse #mokushiroku no yonkishi #nnt #mokushiroku no yon kishi #new chapter on english #new chapter! #chapter 129

[altocat]

Chapters: 38/40 Fandom: Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII (Video Game 1997), Compilation of Final Fantasy VII Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Zack Fair/Sephiroth, Angeal Hewley & Sephiroth, Zack Fair & Angeal Hewley, Hojo & Sephiroth (Compilation of FFVII), Zack Fair & Kunsel, Jenova & Sephiroth (Compilation of FFVII) Characters: Sephiroth (Compilation of FFVII), Zack Fair, Angeal Hewley, Genesis Rhapsodos, Kunsel (Compilation of FFVII), Hojo (Compilation of FFVII), Shinra Electric Power Company, Jenova (Compilation of FFVII) Additional Tags: SephZack, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of past Seph/Gen, Angst, Drama, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Soft Sephiroth (Compilation of FFVII), Sephiroth (Compilation of FFVII) Needs A Hug, Healing, Zack is best boy, Sephiroth is touch-starved, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, smut with feelings, Mutual Pining, Zack takes a sledgehammer to those walls, Trauma, In which Zack casually saves the planet Summary:

Sometimes, he could get Sephiroth to smile.

#new chapter! #sephiroth #zack fair #sephzack #ffvii #ff7 #crisis core #angeal hewley #fanfiction #ao3 #final fantasy 7

[theoldmixer]

well how did i get here? 13 going on 30 AU

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

#new chapter! #FORCED myself to finish chapter 9 today so I could then edit 8 to post it! #also realized it's gonna be 11 chapters #good for you guys but bad for me who has to write an extra chapter #seriously i need to stop writing multi chaptered fanfics #or at least not post them until all chapters are written #beatles fanfiction #mclennon #john and paul #beatles kink meme #my fanfiction

[usedtobeguest123]

Bruno’s hands wouldn't stop shaking. 

As he sank down into the sand, he kept his eyes locked on the small flame at the end of his match. It flickered and staggered with alarm, stuttering at the mercy of his quivering fingertips. He reached past his stiffly crossed legs toward the pile of leaves and herbs, watching as the flame fell to the kindling and the fire crackled to life. The heavy smell of sage filled the air. 

At the moment, the smell was making him feel a little sick. 

Okay, okay, cálmate. Oíme, sí?  You've gotta calm down, Bruno. P-p-pull it together. Going into it like this…nah you-you can't go into it like this. Now. Relax. Caaaalmate. [Calm yourself. Listen to me, okay? Caaaaalm down.]

He took a deep, steadying breath, but he couldn't make it reach the bottom of his lungs. He closed his eyes and rested his palms as loosely as he could against his knees, but they continued to quiver in the still night air. The inaudible whispers that had lingered after his vision-dream now seemed to move tangibly through the air around him, swirling in whisps like smoke from his fire. 

Let's get you to your door. Let the way be open. A new perspective. Let the way be open. Let the way be open. Let the way be open…

He could feel his magic rising in his chest, could feel it pushing at his mind, antsy and impatient, refusing to be held back any longer. 

He still wasn't ready. But that didn't matter anymore. 

#new chapter! #La Traes #Bruno from Before #I've posted this art before #but now it has a chapter to match #encanto fic #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #oh man almost everyone is in this one #my writing #usedtobeguest123 #my art

[crimswnred]

PARIS, FRANCE

Everything she wants after her breakup is to have fun. But when she becomes the face of Sullivan's Investments fashion take-over, feelings Paris doesn't understand start to surface.

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