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wynnyfryd · 5 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 27

part 1 | part 26 | ao3

cw: recreational drug use. short, fluffy update today to round out ch. 6; be back after the weekend to start ch. 7

In hindsight, accidentally hot boxing Eddie’s van while they were all already drunk was… maybe not the best idea.

Steve has no idea how they got here; blinked and time did the thing again, but now it’s three in the morning and Gareth’s conked out with a black eye in the front passenger seat and the rest of them are sprawled on top of each other like puppies in the back of the van — Eddie with his head in Robin’s lap so she can braid his hair, Steve using Eddie’s chest as a pillow, Max curled up like a sleeping cat in the crook of Steve’s bent knees.

With his eyes closed, Steve feels like he’s fallen into some dark, glittering void, purple-blue-black swirls of light dancing behind his eyelids to the syrupy beat of a metal ballad Eddie’s playing at the lowest volume. Eddie hums along in a low, soft rasp, and Steve’s head moves with the swell of each breath; gentle rocking rise and fall, luring Steve away from shore. Somewhere curious and strange. Deep ocean, dark waters. His thoughts float by like jellyfish.

Eddie’s warm through his t-shirt.

“Still alive down there, Sneeze?” Eddie asks. He’s carding his fingers idly through Steve’s hair, rings catching on the strands, tugging a little on his scalp.

“Feels good,” Steve hums. Wait a minute. “Did’you jus’ call me Sneeze?”

“No?” Eddie snorts. “Just called you Steve, sweetheart.”

“I’m absolutely gonna start calling you Sneeze, though,” Robin chimes in, pitching her voice all low and stupid. “‘Yes, hello, I’m Robin and this is my very best friend, Sneeze Handkerchief.’”

Eddie lets out a cackle and immediately joins in on her game of royally fucking up Steve’s name.

Steve closes his eyes again, lets himself drift out into the weird purple-blue-black-glitter magic slime swirl situation. Sloshy and dark and warm and nice. It’s just nice: Eddie’s breathing, full and slow; Robin’s laugh like cracked church bells. He likes hearing them get along even when he can’t make out the words.

He likes it less when he can make out the words. He wades back to himself for a moment, cracks one eye open and finds them red-faced and crying laughing over “Edgy Mustard and his neighbor, Sven Hamburger” and mumbles, “You’re both such fuckin’ dorks.”

“You’re a fuckin’ dork, you fuckin’ dork,” Max mutters in response, turning over with a soft snore.

“Oh, my god,” Eddie whispers, “did that kid just shit talk you in her sleep?”

“She’s incredible,” Robin coos. “Sven, we may have to reassess your status as my best friend; I’m obsessed with her.”

Steve rolls over and faceplants into Eddie’s stomach with a pouty harrumph. “Leamme alone, you bullies, ’m sleepin’.”

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part 28

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#trailer park steve au #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #max mayfield #gareth stranger things #this was supposed to be a little cut content bonus scene but i like it too much it’s staying lol #we’ll get angsty and struggly again in ch 7 don’t worry just let sven hamburger have this #my writing #my fic

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boredzillenial · 4 months

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Stargazing

Local ghost stories turn out to be true when a stranger joins you in the creek.

Themes: Western AU, Marc, F!reader (described with short hair), mentions of nudity

Wordcount: 1.7k

A.N.: Really letting my southern roots take over on this one so if you don't like reading southern accents this fic won't be for you. But for the rest of ya, save a horse, ride a cowboy 🤠

It'd been a long few days out on the dusty road looking for a new contract. You and your brothers, the five of y'all, had been doing your best to protect herds of cattle that roamed. Bandits, Cattle rustlers, and the occasional coyote or big cat usually kept things interesting.

Y’all hopped from job to job, herd to herd to keep busy. To keep you hidden as a man under layers of rough cotton, leather, and a wide-brimmed hat atop short cropped hair.

This kind of life, a mans life, suited the needs you and your brothers had to earn a living and keep you safe. Safe from y’all’s past, safe from the hands of abusive and grubby men who tried to cage you. The men who wanted a quiet little wife to birth their children and cook their meals.

Y'all made a pact. You, the brains of the operation, kept them out of trouble, found the jobs and set the terms of workin' agreements. Your brothers were your voice, the rough hands to close deals, the beards and hard stares who made sure to seal those deals you meticulously created.

Although the deal with this most recent family seemed particularly easy. Too good pay for too few head of cattle. A quick trip into the closest town told you why. You’d caught locals swapping ghost stories, and while you usually paid no mind to stuff like that these particular stories caught your attention.

There’d been trouble brewing a year or so ago here. Young bucks coming in to take what wasn’t theirs. Be it money, liquor, or even women. But one night, locals say something changed. That The White Rider rolled into town and beat the hell outta the first group of punks that happened to be tryin to snatch a woman on her way back home.

In the nights that followed out in the pastures you could’ve sworn, way out in the distance, that you’d seen a flash of white here and there. That you’d heard the distinctive sound of hoofbeats and hoots of bandits but they’d disappear with nary a scream in the night.

Once, you and one of your brothers plucked up the nerve to check out where the noise came from the next morning. Only to find an empty camp, and riderless horses.

Tonight however, was like most, one of your brothers stood watch over camp and the cattle grazing nearby while you made your way to the river. How long had it been since you bathed? Since you'd inhabited a lick of feminity? You couldn't quite remember.

You sighed contentedly as you went from the wide open field of camp to the dense brush and trees surrounding the water. Privacy, security to finally take off the layers of leather, dust and grit you called armor. To finally bathe and let your muscles go slack.

You carefully checked the brush and gazed at the opposite bank while crickets chirped around you. Their chorus fueled your confidence to strip down on the bank and wade into the water. A shiver shot through you at the sensation of the cool mud under your feet. Wading further into the mud and stone lined river, the tepid water lapped at your skin. You looked up and caught your breath. A blanket of stars dotted the night sky, accompanied by the thin crescent moon.

The last of your paranoia melted as you glanced around and heard the continued cricket song. You dunked under water. As you came up the cool night air wafted across your skin setting it to goose flesh. You leaned back and ruffled your short crop of hair to loosen the dirt and sweat.

A grin spread across your face as you relaxed and floated, staring up at the stars above. Here in this moment alone, you could just be you. Not a for-hire ranch hand, not a leader keeping your brothers out of trouble, not a woman keeping her identity a secret to protect herself, just you.

You stayed that way for awhile, floating on your back and staring at the stars. Your face and breasts poking out from the surface of the calm water. This was your domain, your safe place to quietly contemplate.

Quiet.... In a rush you realized you'd lost track of your melodic look outs. You sunk with a splash until the water reached your chin, franticly looking around to find what silenced them. Nothin, you couldn't see anyone or anything around. Shit.

You glanced at the bank where your dusty clothes still laid in a heap. If it was a coyote or puma you didn't want to get out of the water, naked and open to attack. If it was someone hidden in the brush.... If they've somehow slipped past your brothers... If they’d seen you strip bare…

You were frozen with indecision, unsure of what to do till a voice called out from the opposite bank behind you.

“Beautiful night ain’t it?”

You whipped around, keeping the water level to your chin. The man you saw before you confused you. He was clad in white, from his cattleman hat all the way down to his boots, turned offwhite from dirt and dust.

You backed away, careful to keep the dark waters around your shoulders as he took off his hat. Black curls fell to just above his collar, catching the sliver of moonlight. His face was, handsome to say the least. Tanned skin stood out against the white fabric.

Panic scrambled your thoughts, “Sure.” A pitiful attempt to throw your voice low.

“You don’t gotta do that ya know.” He chuckled as he took off the long white duster coat and set it across a large boulder next to his hat.

You squinted and tried again “Do what.” You snapped.

“I know whatcha are, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He chuckled, removing layer after layer until he was barefoot in just his pants and a thin white shirt. “Quite the opposite.”

“Opposite?” You growled.

“Well, I’ve been keeping an eye on y’all. Keeping bandits off your back. It’s nice what you’re doing for your brothers.” He shimmied on a rock and dipped his feet in the water, a warm smile spread across his face.

“Why… who hired you?” You said, eying him suspiciously.

“You wouldn’t know ‘em.” He paused for a moment and glared up at the slash of moon. “And I hope you never do.” His dark tone sent off alarms in your mind as his gaze returned to you.

“How enlightenin’…” You grumbled as you watch him. He scratched his head for a moment, then pulled his shirt over his head to reveal his broad, muscular chest.

“The hell you think you’re doin?!” You snap.

“Same as you, the road’s been long and I need a wash.” He smirks, dropping his pants.

Heat rose to your face as you took in his naked form standing on the bank. It took just a little too long before you averted your gaze, “Can’t you do that further off, down the river?” You grumbled.

“When there’s such great company right here?” He teased, “I’m alone most days, save for my own… brothers. Would love the company if you’ll indulge me.”

“Guess I don’t have much of a choice…” You sink up to your chin, watching him make his way further in. Seeing this man, naked under the moonlight as he came toward you…. It set something alight that you thought’d died.

“You ah, usually strip naked around strangers?” You try to awkwardly break the tension.

“I’d hardly call us strangers after savin’ your hide a few times now. But your right we could get better acquainted.“ He waded closer and held out his hand. “Marc Spector.” Your eyes flickered to his hand then back to his face, trying to gauge his motives. “I don’t bite, I mean I do if ya ask nicely but it’s a bit early for that.” He laughed.

You rolled your eyes and took another step back, “ugh men think they’re so funny.”

“And women think they’re so clever.” He smirked, withdrawing his hand as he dipped underwater. He popped back up with a smile and shook his hair out. “That’s better.” He sighed. “So, what’s got you hidin’ amongst your brothers and cattle huh?” He quirked up a brow.

“Take a wild guess.” You rolled your eyes and backed away further, treading water over a deeper part of the creek.

“Parents died young, your brothers aren’t the brightest so you take care of ‘em, and most men probably aren’t to you’re likin’. Am I close?” He ran a hand through his dark curls and rubbed the dirt off his face.

“Close enough.” You shrugged. In reality you parents were alive, but both of them were mean drunks and your brothers had planned their escape and dragged you with them.

“Ahh, you don’t like any men?” His voice lilted as he leaned back again and began to float. “I’ll never get used to how beautiful the stars are.” He sighed.

Your eyes ran across his smooth chest and stomach as it peeked out of the water, crosscrossed with long jagged scars and old bullet wounds. “I didn’t say that.” You said softly.

His gaze shifted to you, a soft grin played at the edge of his lips. “Really now?”

“You’re right, I don’t like most men. Their cruel, ugly, and most of ‘em don’t have much of anything happenin’ between their ears.” You smirk back at him.

“See that’s where you’re in luck. I’m not like most men.” He winked, his gaze shifted back up to the stars above.

This time you held your ground and narrowed your gaze. “Yeah right….”

“Don’t believe me huh?” He chuckled and shifted, swimming back to the bank he came from. Water sluiced down as he waded out of the water, down his shoulders, his back… You bit your lip as your gaze lingered across his ass, then down his legs. He turned to look over his shoulder, “How ‘bout I show ya?” He said with a smirk, and with a blink his eyes turned to a glowing white.

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bubuslutty · 1 year

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Love Language

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader x billy russo

word count: 1.7k

tags: domestic fluff, mafia!au, billy never betrayed frank, slight nsfw (it's just like 3 sentences), lowkey obsessive behaviour from Billy, established relationship, no dialogue, filthy rich people shenanigans, billy & Frank are like bodyguards to the reader, no use of y/n, use of 3rd person pov

warning: none

Summary: this is just how billy and Frank love differently, other than using their hands and lips on their favourite girl.

a/n: this also could be read as part of the 'La Reine de Londres' universe if you want.

Frank and Billy are in love with one woman. That's no news. But what's interesting is their different love languages. Even though their hearts belong to each other and one woman, they express their love differently.

Billy is known for his love of luxury and quality. He's not afraid of enjoying and seeking out the best of the best, be it tea, a suit or a gun. Billy's approach to life is a bit hedonistic in a sense. He loves feeling good, loves making people feel good, be it by his hands or by dressing them in silk and gold.

He has always admired the lifestyle of rich and noble people since his rough childhood, how they held themselves and how they saw the world. It was how he came to meet their girl in the first place. He founded Anvil, a private military firm, to put his and Frank's skills to use, to feel like their time in the military didn't go all to waste. And also to build himself his own small empire, to feel in control of his life and do things how he wanted.

He overheard her talking to Wade in a bar, telling him about how she needed a trustworthy team of skilled people to guard her and her assets. Billy offered his service right then and there. That day, she not only took his business card but his attention for the next week.

Billy remembers going back home, telling Frank about the gig he got them, and he didn't leave out how pretty and hypnotizing the mob was. Frank laughed in his face, saying how Billy says that about any woman he sleeps with. But then Billy gave him a look, and Frank realized that his friend might be in a bit of trouble, and so was he.

Months went by, heated glances in the office and kisses at the back of limos became limbs in tangled sheets and remembering how Frank liked his coffee, how many moles Billy had on his skin and how she liked her eggs in the morning.

Then Billy started loving her differently, without his hands, lips or body. Don't get me wrong, he still enjoys touching her more than anything, he just started loving her in a different way. He started buying her things he thought she'd look pretty in and fit her personal style. If he saw a watch that would pair well with some of her other accessories, you better believe Billy would buy it and gift it to the mob with a kiss on the back of her hand, her neck and her lips.

Of course, Billy bought her flowers, pots of plants, and any plants he thought she didn't have and would love to look after. His gifts seemed normal and pretty common to receive from your lover at the beginning, but then his gifts became bigger, filling a hole in his soul and satisfying a hunger he always had.

He bought her a sports car, even though she already has multiple and barely drives them. But for Billy, she dressed in one of Billy’s favourite dresses on her, the white slip-on that stopped just below her ass and was backless, leaving her back, arms, neck and legs naked. She drove to the ridiculously expensive sports car to one of their favourite high-end restaurants and as soon as they arrived, she was dragged to the toilets and ended up with Billy between her legs with her back to the wall.

He even purchased her a house in the countryside next to a forest and farms. Billy just bought the house because it was old, owned by a Lord a hundred years ago and he couldn't take the image of his girl lounging around the house in silky robes while sunbathing like a cat for hours. It's not even a house, really, it's more of a small castle.

When they would be in the castle during weekends and holidays, Billy got his favourite woman sculpted by a group of young artists from the University nearby. You should have seen his face when he saw the leaflets in the local grocery store, looking for models so the students would get to practice with real-life subjects. He phoned the University that same day and got an appointment with the Fine Arts Professor the next day.

When he told her, she was surprised and told him how she didn't have all the time in the world to be standing there and getting sculpted, no matter how flattering it is to be considered beautiful enough to sculpt. Billy nearly got on his knees while explaining that they would work around her schedule and that it was a dream of his to get a statue sculpted of her, just like Greek deities.

And she accepted. At first, she had to accompany Billy to the University, to meet the teacher and some of the students, but also to see their work and projects. Billy was definitely impressed by the skills of the students and couldn't wait to have them sculpt his girl.

Billy offered their home to use as a studio to sculpt for a couple of days. The professor was hesitant until Billy told him where they lived and he immediately grinned with excitement, sharing that his students would love the change of scenery and feel as if they were actual sculptors being commissioned by a Lord to sculpt his Lady. Billy also shared his one and only condition, which was to keep any finished work of his girl. After all, it was simply for practice. The students accepted once they found out who and where they would work.

Then it was paintings.

When they met some of her clients, Steve and Bucky, a friendship quickly blossomed. Billy found himself really enjoying the presence of the two super soldiers, whenever they showed up at her office or when they were invited over for tea. Once when they were talking, Billy looked to the side and found Steve completely absorbed in a piece of paper. He had a pencil in hand, sketching away while everyone else was absorbed in the conversation.

Billy was curious and took a peek, and was surprised to find Steve sketching his girlfriend's profile as she went on about something that Billy had no ability to focus on because all he could see was the sketch and the sketch alone. After that, Billy made it his mission to ask Steve more about his art, which then transformed into an invitation to Steve's personal art studio where he showed the throuple his work.

Billy soon offered to commission Steve for a painting of his girl. He was willing to allow Steve months to paint and sketch, provide him with space in their home to paint and pay him beyond generously for his time and skills. Steve accepted immediately, he loved art, and he would love to paint the woman. She was absolutely beautiful and one of his muses after all.

Steve would end up sitting in the middle of their spacious living room in their château, surrounded by brushes and paint tubes, and a big canvas. While his subject was lounging on a sofa, her body half covered by thin white fabric, falling in her curves and dips and hugging her skin like the fabric was weaved for her skin and her skin only.

Billy would make tea, prepare snacks and sit down to admire his girl. He would talk during the process, ask her about her day and whatnot when Steve was not painting her face. Then he would feed her when she wanted a snack or a drink and was not allowed to move. And when they were done for the day, he would run her a bath, sit behind her and tell her about how much he loves her and how beautiful and perfect she is. Then when she was all dried up, he would rub lotion into her precious skin and massage her back and calves. As long as she's his, he's going to treat his so much better than anyone ever could, making goddesses in ancient myths jealous.

Frank on the other hand is a bit different. He’s the most himself when he gets to express his love through acts of service. Frank loves domestic life. There is something in the simplicity of it that makes him feel truly at ease and most comfortable.

Frank would rather do something by himself than hire someone to do it instead. He can cook, so he will cook for Billy and their girl. He can fix doors, creaky hinges, flickering light bulbs and practically anything. If something breaks in their home? Call Frank. He would be more than happy to fix it.

Frank once found his girl crouched on the floor, almost crying at a flower pot that fell and broke, and it wasn't just any flower pot, it was a gift from one of her friends. Frank looked at the mess of dirt and broken pieces and reassured her that he could fix it. It won't be as perfect as new, but he will save it as much as he can. And he did, and now it sits in their kitchen near the window and not a day goes by that Frank doesn't get all warm and fuzzy whenever he sees his girl smiling while watering the flowers in the pot.

If the clasp of his girl's watch broke? Frank would try to fix it by himself, and more often than not he succeeds. That man was so good with his hands, he could practically do anything. Not only can he wring out orgasm after orgasm from her with just his hands, but he can build her an indoor jacuzzi, refurbish their kitchen, build a shed from scratch and would damn well build a house if she asked him to.

He loves having projects to do. He needs to have something to fill his time outside of work. His girl was thinking about installing a new bookshelf in her office? Frank has already measured the space, found what type of wood his girl would like the most, how big or small she would want it and how long it'll take to build. He's truly a DIY man.

No matter how much Billy tells him to leave something alone because they can call someone to take care of it, Frank never listens. He will do it himself. This is his home, his family, and he will pour his blood, sweat and tears into building it.

He's a sentimental man after all, he wants to leave his mark on everything that surrounds him and the people he loves.

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fullspyhoundsalad · 28 days

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Leshycat Proposal Headcannon:

So I have decided to write about how Leshy and Kiki got engaged in my AU while taking some influence from Slavic Mythology.

Well here I go:

After dating Kiki for two and a half years Leshy realises he wants to marry him and decides to ask Lambert for assistance, and he agrees to help his brother in law with planning the proposal.

Two weeks later Leshy knows it’s time to put the plan into action. So come nighttime Leshy found Kiki asleep in bed, scooped him up somehow not waking him and ran into the woods.

Kiki woke up half way through the small journey startled and confused and asks “Leshy?! What’s going on?!” to which his lover simply replies “It’s a surprise for you” which leaves him curious, they finally get to the area Lambert helped him find which happened to be a boggy yet oddly beautiful swamp. A description he would have to take the lamb’s word on.

Soon the worm waded into the filthy water his lower half getting muddy in the process, with the still very confused cat that he kept from getting dirty being gently placed on a rock in the middle of the water.

Before Kiki could ask what he was doing Leshy took his paw in his hands. From there he tells him how much he means to him and how he hopes they can be together until the end of time. Kiki is flustered and asks if that could even be possible to which Leshy takes one hand off his paw to reach into his pocket from which he retrieves a golden skull necklace (somehow not too dirty from the water) and gets on one knee.

Leshy finally says with great excitement “It is with this!!!! Marry me so we can rule over chaos itself together!! What do ya say?”

Kiki who was confused when he woke up in his worms arms, was now completely endeared and answered “YES! Of course I will!”.

Both were so happy that immediately after the necklace was put on they embraced each other with a loving kiss. This led to Kiki slipping off the rock and the both of them falling into the water.

Mythology references explained: In some stories it’s stated that Leshy would kidnap women as wives and the Kikimora that Leshy is married to in some stories lives in a swamp.

#cotl #cotl lamb #cult of the lamb #lambert #cotl leshy #Narilamb mention #cult of the lamb headcannon #leshycat #leshy x yellow cat #cult of the lamb leshy #leshy #mythology and folklore #lots of talk of literal filth #yellow cat #proposal

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regular-human-being · 5 months

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"You've got guts to spill (but no one trustworthy)" notes masterpost

Fic linked here!!!

Here are some notes from "You've got gut to spill (but no one trustworthy)" aka My ctntduo/sbi vampire au, because there are a few things that I didn't include and I wish I had

Note: I'll be updating this as the fic goes along, so there will be new stuff added weekly :D

Vampire logic

General facts

• They have enhanced sight, small, and hearing, which makes it easier to hunt their prey. Despite the fact they can see at night, it isn't perfect (their eyes reflect light much like a dog or cat)

• Vampires have to been invited into places deemed as "homes". It doesn't matter if that person is in the room/building, they still have to be invited in (imagine is one person deems a public library "home" (not literally), unless the vampire is invited in they cannot enter).

This applies to windows/skylights too, as they are another point of entry they have to be invited in either way. Once invited inside, they can entre through any entrance.

• Crucifies affect all vampires differently, based upon: their age, strength, and current energy.

• Older vampires will be less affected than fledglings, due to a tolerance build up. But a cross will still cause them to experience some pain. If a vampire is tired/low on blood, they will be more heavily effected.

• Holding a cross in front of a vampire will cause them to experience paint, and may also start smoking.

• Placing a crucifix (whether silver or wooden) above a door, will not completely stop a vampire from entering an establishment (especially if they have previously been invited in). However, for them it will be like having to wade through an invisible, painful force field.

• Their reflection will show up in mirrors that don't contain any sort of silver. They also show up in videos and photos.

• If their skin is cut, they will bleed if they have recently fed/have a lot of blood in their system. However, the wound will also heal faster, if they have more blood in their system.

But if their skin is cut with something made of silver, the wound will take a human amount of time to heal.

They will also heal fast, unless they are injured by: another vampire, silver, or burnt by the sun.

• Human blood is preferred, but harder to get a hold of, so they can also survive off animal blood. They are also more stable off human blood, and don't have to feed as often as it satiates their hunger for longer.

• Vampires can still eat and drink "human foods". However, their body does not process it the same way, and that food/drink will remain in their stomach until there is too much and they throw it all back up. For this reason, vampires tend to avoid eating "human foods".

However, foods with a higher concentration of blood is more likely to be digested fully.

Alcohol will also not have an strong effect on them, unless is is drank in a high quantity. The quickest/easier way to get a vampire drunk is for them to drink blood containing alcohol.

• They will physically remain the same age that they were turned out, as well as keeping some of the mentality from that age too.

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• Vampires will form bonds between them and other close members of their coven. Through this, they can communicate through feelings/emotions.

Coven bonds work like a phone line, you can get a signal from more than one person at the same time, but some are stronger than others; depending on who you're closest to.

The connection may become weaker/unresponsive, if the other person is far away or not paying attention.

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• Once turned, the vampire will take on animistic features from one animal. The type and severity is different for each individual, but all have the ability to hide said features for a short period of time.

• They cannot float/fly unless their animal has the ability to do so (giving them wings) (birds, bugs/insects).

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• The older the vampire is, the stronger they often are, and the more respected they are.

• Elder vampires will often sire others, or take in loose vampires, creating covens for said fledglings.

• Fledgling transformation (if done correctly) will last around a week to two, for the full transformation. But the vampire will remain in the nest/not go outside of the main coven building, for a few months whilst they adapt.

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The Sun

• Going outside during sunlight hours will make any vampire weaker than their full, nighttime potential./

• Cannot go out into direct sunlight (especially in summer) without burning almost instantaneously. Umbrellas/parasols, hats, and sun cream can be used to delay they burns, but with sun cream it will only stave it off for a few minutes at most.

• They can go out in overcast/cloudy/rainy weather, with less repercussions. But will still experience burns (especially in the former two) if out for extended periods of time.

• Reflecting direct sunlight onto a vampire will burn them the same (if not worse) than if they were to stand directly in the rays.

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Weaknesses

• Direct sunlight will result in burns and possible burns.

• Cannot enter buildings/rooms deemed as "home" without being invited in.

• Allergic to garlic, and will experience and similar anaphylactic reaction if exposed to it or ingest it.

• Crucifixes will cause a stinging/burning sensation. If exposed for to long, they will start smouldering.

• Cannot walk on holy land.

• A stake through the heart will kill a vampire then and there.

• Silver.

• Ripping out their heart or cutting off their head will kill them.

#I'll be adding to this weekly so make sure to come back when a new chapter is posted!!!#tntduo #sbi #vampire au #yggtsbnot #fic notes

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angel-mira · 5 months

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cutest spotter ever <3

#my art #digital art #deadpool #wade wilson #wade is a cat au #nathan summers #cablepool #this is 100% stolen from Quakey on ao3 btw #not my fault th fic iz so good nd u need to read it #link in comments #i guess that makes thiz..#fanart #also if u notice any anatomy mistakes pls forgib ame only 4 dayes olde

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stackthedeck · 1 year

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been thinking about a rejecting soulmates au and I decided to just write it for spideytorch or maybe spideypool?? we'll see where it goes. anyway it's called it's you, it's always been you

summary:

Soulmates aren’t a guarantee, but they have a habit of presenting themselves. A firefighter will run into a building and come back with a burning red string of fate entwining her to the burn victim in her arms. Aliens invade New York City and there’s a cluster of courthouse weddings the next day. Needless to say, superheroes were great for soulmates.

Peter wanted to believe in soulmates, that he had one. He thought getting bitten by that spider would mean that Gwen Stacy would look his way. He thought coming back to earth cloaked in black meant that the Black Cat would see the web of fate pulling her towards the Spider. He thought when the devil himself came to destroy his life that, against all odds, Mary Jane would finally show herself as his soulmate and love would conquer all.

Yeah, Peter doesn’t believe in soulmates.

…

“Heartmates?” He half laughs, half scoffs. “We’re just friends, lady!”

“That’s what you’d think,” Wade sighs dreamily, “but this proves otherwise, it’s science.”

#my fanfic #marvel fanfic #peter parker #spider man #spideytorch #spideypool #johnny storm #wade wilson #it's multi chapter btw #updates maybe eventually

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wayneskluv · 1 month

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MASTERLIST ! — fluff ; ꩜ — nsfw ; ★ — angst ; ִ ࣪𖤐 — request ; ᡣ𐭩 — f!reader ; ➸ — m!reader ; ꔛ — gn!reader ; ᯤ

DC COMICS ୨୧

jason todd ;

headcannons ꩜ ᯤ boyfriend!jason ; bestfriend!jason ; brother!jason ; rival!jason

don’t call me baby ִ ࣪𖤐 ᯤ; you were never supposed to move on. (post death!jason)

sorry baby, just needed you to shut up ᯤ ; after listening to you ramble, he kisses you to shut you up.

peraltiago!au ➸ ; jason todd x f!reader — pt1

dick grayson ;

headcannons ᯤ boyfriend!dick ; bestfriend!dick ; brother!dick ; rival!dick

tim drake ; coming soon

bruce wayne ; coming soon

harley quinn ;

and they were roommates ➸ ; roommate!harley quinn x f!reader — they’re both in love with eachother but wayyyy too blind to see it.

barbara gordon ; coming soon

jon kent ; coming soon

roy harper ; coming soon

clark kent ; coming soon

bart allen ; coming soon

rachel roth ; coming soon

alfred pennyworth ; coming soon

poison ivy ; coming soon

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE ᯓ

wanda maximoff ; coming soon

pietro maximoff ; coming soon

peter parker ; coming soon

tony stark ; coming soon

steve rogers ; coming soon

wade wilson ; coming soon

natasha romanoff ;

it’s possible she misses you ᯤ ; nat shows up at your door drunk & she finally tells you why she broke up with you.

agatha harkness ;

ᡣ𐭩 — agatha x wife!reader (kissing & mature themes) ➸

HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

sirius black ;

cat got your tongue? ᯤ ; sirius found a cat whilst on a walk — you tease him about it.

james potter ; coming soon

remus lupin ; coming soon

regulus black ; coming soon

lily evans ; coming soon

STRANGER THINGS ⋆.˚

steve harrington ; coming soon

billy hargrove ; coming soon

robin buckley ; coming soon

OTHER ☆

simon ‘ghost’ riley ;

use your words, love (implied!smut) ᯤ

spencer reid ;

a bet (implied!smut) ᯤ ; caught leaving his hotel room — featuring: derek morgan!

apologies (kissing) ᯤ; its no secret you two hate eachother, but when you apologise, something changes.

pretty boy got laid (implied!smut) ➸ ; derek is always teasing spencer about his love life, but when you come in late, he has a whole other reason to tease spencer — featuring: derek morgan!

abby scuito ; coming soon

emily prentiss ; coming soon

alice cullen ; coming soon

edward cullen ; coming soon

bella swan ; coming soon

#masterlist #wayneskluv

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blueyluey05 · 1 month

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Spectacular SheZow Characters: 2

Boxter James Hamdon: Boxter is Gai(Damien) and Kelly's dad and the alternative version of Boxer Hamdon. He is a Police officer with a slight grudge against SheZow, this is due to him and the other officers of Megadale are underappreciated by the citizens while SheZow gets all the credit, he also hates how the new SheZow does "her" job as sometimes "her" actions lead to people getting hurt. Aside from his jealousy, Boxter is a great father and husband and tries his hardest to look after his family.

Droosha Leela Hamdon: Droosha is Gai(Damien) and Kelly's Mum and the alternative version of Droosha Hamdon. Droosha was encouraged at a young age to be an artist by her aunt Agnes, she is a lover of music and a bit of a pacifist, though that doesn't mean she can't stand up for herself and her family. Droosha is a great mother and wife who is always ready to give people some helpful advice.

(Great aunt) Agnes Lynne Monroe/SheZow: Agnes is Droosha's aunt/ Gai and Kelly's great aunt and is the alternate version of Aunt Agnes. Before Gai because SheZow, Agnes took the role of the heroine, she also is responsible for writing the comic series based on her adventures. Unfortunately, Agnes passed away from a mysterious illness when she was 64 and gave her house and cat Lyla to her Niece.

Lyla the Cat: Lyla is a Calico cat that previously owned by Agnes in the AU. She was given to Droosha and the family along with the house to look after. Lyla is quite aware that her previous owner was SheZow, in fact, Lyla used to hang out in the She-Lair whenever Agnes was working. She still hangs out in the lair with the kids and Sheila sometimes though it isn't as common as she used to when Agnes was alive.

SheZow/characters belong to Obie Scott Wade

[Spectacular SheZow is a FANMADE series that takes place in an alternate universe. It follows the same concept as the original series but with a few differences in it's own story.]

[⚫❌PLEASE DO NOT STEAL/TRACE OR REPOST (Without my permission) MY ARTWORK ❌⚫]

#art #artwork #digital art #character design #fanart #illustration #shezow #alternate universe #fanmade

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genderenvyninja · 2 years

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Venice: I'm going to lay on your lap and you WILL scratch my ears but that doesn't mean you can pat me

Wade: But... your so fluffy

Venice: NO PATS JUST EAT SCRATCHES

Venice: no pats just ear scratches.

Espio and Wade: b-but you're fluffy...😢😢😢

Venice: IF YOU TRY I'LL RIP OFF YOUR HAND

#he's literally a cat #venice whipple #wade whipple #espio chaotix #personality swap au #ask box

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godlesslittlecreatures · 8 months

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Creature’s Petyr x Catelyn Masterlist, Part I

I've read it all...so you don't have to.

I was delighted to get back on this app and find that there was demand for something like this. Even in the time since I started compiling this list, I've seen a few other lists going around, which makes my previously-closeted-PxC-shipper heart fucking sing. Y'all, I am not exaggerating when I say I very well may have read every single fic ever written for this pairing. That's both a fool's errand and impossibly easy considering the sheer lack of content, as I'm sure you know yourself if you're reading this post.

I have stirred the dust at the very edges of the internet in my desperate, months-long search for quality content for this pairing. And believe me you, I'm no stranger to the disappointment of seeing something tagged "Petyr Baelish/Catelyn Tully Stark" (I encounter this issue more on AO3 than anywhere else, really), only for it either be an ancillary detail of the story, straight up nonconsensual, or an attempt by a butthurt ficwriter to punish two characters that so many people in the fandom seem to, at best, grievously misunderstand. Mistagging has caused me many an hour of eventual disappointment and cost me many a precious hour of my life that I will never get back.

But, even after wading chin-deep in all the shit this fandom has to offer, I have found gold. I'm here to prove it exists, if you only know where to look.

But Creature, what makes a fic good? How do you ascribe worth to something so subjective?

I've been told I'm a harsh critic, but this is less about literary merit than it is assessing quality as it pertains to the ship. Of course, many of these DO have some kind of literary merit, or, at least, are enjoyable to read. I grade a fic based on the following rubric, let's call it the Four Commandments of Petelyn Fic :

any acts of a sexual nature MUST - and I cannot stress this enough - be consensual. Do what you do, write what you write - I'm not here to police anyone's work. But don't put a pairing in the ship tag if anything that would earn it that slash between the characters' names is happening against either party's will. I simply will not read it.

Petyr and Catelyn must have AT LEAST 2 face-to-face, one-on-one conversations. If you're going to use that damn slash, it doesn't have to be the principal element of the story, but it better feature in the foreground of the story, at least. It cannot just be a background detail that's mentioned once, off-handedly, at the end of a 63 chapter fic (true story, y'all). Better yet, it should have significant bearing on the plot, not unlike the way the relationship between the two does in canon - but that's a tall order, apparently.

I alluded to this earlier. As an extensions of the first tenet - I do not want to feel the heat of the writer's hatred for the two characters through the story. So, SO often will people throw this pairing into some kind of canon divergent something or another and thrust them into each other's arms as a punishment for their Crimes in canon. Cat is Big Mean to Jon, so she gets the boot from Ned and ends up with Caricature of Petyr Who Lacks Any And All Nuance That Made The Character Interesting In The First Place to pay for Her Sins. I'm reading a fic because I like the characters, and I like the idea of them together (or, in many a case, him pining after her), not to stand beside someone on their moral high ground as they punish the two with each other. Again, not here to police anyone's work, so if you hate them both and want to take them to task by forcing them into some kind of relationship, be my guest! But don't expect to find your fic listed here.

I have my own personal preferences (submissive Petyr, as I am not attracted to dominant men and genuinely don't think he would fill the dominant role in this relationship; I'll always prefer to read something requited, but that's even rarer a find; I'm not entirely crazy about AUs but can make exceptions, etc.) but I am trying to keep this as objective as possible. This list includes a pretty wide range of stuff, all of which I've enjoyed enough to reread at least once.

This may all seem like it goes without saying, but you'd be surprised.

My credentials? A degree in TV and Film. I've read the books, and have studied the first three seasons of Thrones so closely that if I close my eyes I can watch full scenes in my head. I've been writing fic, fiction, television, and short films for 12 years, and reading and watching for nearly twice as long. And, most importantly, I'm a feral goblin who is batshit insane over these two.

This list features fic from every corner of the internet - AO3, Tumblr, Live Journal. I unfortunately have been very hard-pressed to find anything that suits my fancy on FF.net, but if anybody has any recommendations (in line with the above), I intend for this list to be a living document.

And no, before anyone asks, I do NOT ship Petyr and Sansa. Respectfully, please keep that far the fuck away from me.

So, without further ado, here's a list of a very picky Petyr x Catelyn girlie's favorite fics.

An EXCELLENT starter kit. This is a three-part series that's currently updating. There are other things going on outside of them, but the relationship is essential to the story, thanks to the Cat POV chapters. This was the gateway drug for me way back when I still felt shame for shipping these two, and I love it still to this day. I love this series so much that, when I received the update notification for a particular Catelyn chapter in the middle of my college graduation, I dropped everything to read it. It moves fast, the political landscape is explored thoroughly, the divergence from canon is both plausible and interesting, and if you're not into smut, it's pretty fade-to-black.

Another one I read just after I'd taken the plunge down the rabbit hole. This is a notable exception to my general aversion to AUs - it works here, the real-world transpositions are not only believable, but clever! It features some pretty complex and subversive relationships between the characters; the PxC is certainly a critical, foreground element, but not always in the most immediately obvious way. Definitely had me Giggling and Kicking My Feet throughout. Refreshing is certainly a word. Obligatory smut advisory on this one, though.

Yes, I know, but hear me out. If you want to sample the best of the PxC wares the internet has to offer, you're gonna have to get down and dirty with Google's 'translate website' feature. This one is WORTH IT. I still tear up every time I read this. I have a particular soft spot for it because it reminds me of a short film I wrote/directed in college about my own experience with rejection and first love.

I believe this one is locked (meaning it requires an AO3 account to access), but making an account is both free and worth it. Yes, I know Winds is never coming out, but in my own delulu canon, this is it, this is the book. End series. Roll credits.

Short as hell, you get the idea, but still fade-to-black if smut isn't your thing. It's hard to find good, dirty fic for this pairing. I do not currently have the mental bandwidth to be the change I wish to see in the world, but I will gladly support anyone with more patience than I.

Another locked one...oh no, I guess you'll just have to make an account.

Locked, again, but you know the drill. I believe it's by the same writer as the above. Always haunted by things that invoke Ewan McGregor's line in Moulin Rouge! - "thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love."

Not PWP but smut with themes, a favorite subgenre of mine.

Wholesome fluff to temper the fires of the above.

I think this may have been the very first one I ever read. Short and sweet, I revisit it pretty often.

Unfortunately, Tumblr only lets me add ten links at a time, so this is Part I of a multi-part series. I'll keep this post pinned at the top of my blog and add a link to succeeding parts in the comments.

I intend for this to be a living document - if you have any recommendations, my inbox is always open. Happy reading, my fellow PxC shippers :)

#petyr x catelyn #petyr baelish #catelyn tully #petelyn #asoiaf #game of thrones #aidan gillen #fanfiction #creature's petelyn fic club

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