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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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owl127 fanfiction
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@ianthesmells in her endless talent and grace, drew Anubis from "Coffee & Scones" universe. So of course I had to write a drabble about it. --
There was a point of exhaustion when the letters on the Harrow’s laptop screen were an artistic display of unrecognizable forms and shapes. As her power point deck shimmered while performing aquatic dances instead of the data summary Harrow needed, she called it a night. Her phone blinked on the hotel’s nightstand, silent and ignored. Dulcinea had insisted on going to the bars with the other grad students, and she undoubtedly was sending Harrow unimportant photos to document the night’s proclivities. Harrow was not interested.
NUUUU omg ur the best owl !!!
pic in higher quality
^ and the pic i had in mind when drawing it
also @butchcraftmacncheese view and be viewing
The greatest minds of this generation are putting all their creative energy into writing pornography for 50 hits on ao3
So make sure to thank them!!!!!!!
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This page is so beautiful and honestly I hope it reaches and helps any new people that are just starting out on Ao3 because it's helping me and I’ve been using the site for 5+ years now
Whisper
*clears throat*
Carmily is a thing now, right shout out to @barblaz-arts for creating this spark (Carmilla x Emily fanfic Ao3) ----
It had been so long since Carmilla desired, so she allowed herself an intermission in her long days to dream of cerulean eyes, full lips, and hands that would nest in her hair.
There are 2 types of fanfic:
fanfic that I like
fanfic that is none of my business
that ‘pakige?’ post but me, a couple hours after posting a fic, like ‘comints?’
F5 F5 F5
… F5 F5 F5 F5F5F5F5F5
yeah i like to give my blessing to the most pathetic looking weak little knight at the tournament. she can’t even look me in the eye when i give her my flower and she stutters out that she’ll do her best or something of the like. i think its funny when she has to cry and beg my forgiveness and i get to say “such a shame, i suppose my hand in marriage will have to go to someone else…” and then i get to hear her whimper like a dog. ive done this like 6 times alrea-
did she just win.
I shall prepare a stew for the wedding! Extra salt!
wait wait wait stew goblin wait
get ready for the wedding
Whisper
*clears throat*
Carmily is a thing now, right shout out to @barblaz-arts for creating this spark (Carmilla x Emily fanfic Ao3) ----
It had been so long since Carmilla desired, so she allowed herself an intermission in her long days to dream of cerulean eyes, full lips, and hands that would nest in her hair.
world heritage post: avatar femslash fans on livejournal discussing the possibility of a lesbian or bi lead in the legend of korra in 2010, 2 years before the series first aired. four years later, korra and asami walked into the spirit world together holding hands.
happy korrasami day!
This is the diametric opposite of "we popping the biggest bottles when Makorra happens"
Prompt: Harryanthe are visiting a restaurant
(I don't know why this came up to my mind, but it suddenly seemed to be very interesting)
(more the locked tomb fics)
Harrow groaned, irritation prickling the lines between her eyes. She blew a stray curl from her face; her hair was getting long again.
“I’m overdressed,” she mumbled as they parked, the sleek EV Ianthe had adopted lately beeping its usual two-tone melody. Ianthe had chosen the vehicle to annoy her father, though much like him, she seemed to hate the silent thing.
Ianthe enjoyed loud powerful creatures. Harrow still hadn’t figured out what got them together.
Could you write alpha Clarke and omega Lexa struggle trying to conceive a baby?
read on Ao3
The blurred image focuses on a woman sitting down on the single chair in the frame. Behind her is a large window with sleek modern architecture reflecting on tinted glass. She clears her throat, pats her button-up shirt, and an accompanying thud follows her hand.
"You don’t need to touch it," a voice says from behind the camera. "Speak normally, and we get it."
A shade of pink takes over her cheeks under the set lights. She chuckles, tucking blonde hair behind an ear. On the lower left, captions appear: Clarke Griffin, patient #013, 40 years old. Female Alpha.
"Thank you for agreeing with the post-treatment documentation," says the same unnamed voice, a soprano woman. "As we said before, this will only be shared with other future patients."
Clarke nods. "You changed my life. I’m happy to help."
"Can you talk a little bit about how you felt when you were diagnosed?"
Clarke works her jaw back and forth, looking down at her polished shoes then up at the camera again.
"Well. Basically, it sucked."
What a journey!
Winter Bloom is finally complete 🌸
Winter Bloom Chapter 13
Re: Ask the Owl “Anything in mind?” I really like your latest Clexa One Shot! I think it’s called “Pre-Game.” Idk. With the Olympics happening, I mess with a good multi chapter sports fic
Your heart is beating so fast you wonder if your coach is tracking the spike on her tablet. But Anya doesn't call out from the hallway. She only knocks twice against the heavy metal door.
“Interview is in fifteen minutes,” Anya says, pointedly avoiding your eyes. They are wet, you realize. You’d hate her pity. “You did well, Lexa. It was so close—”
“Don’t,” you beg, your lower lip trembling. “Just... don’t.”
I love your sports fics!! Can you write one (preferably in the Clexa universe) where Lexa has to get off before the game or else she doesn’t play well because she’s all horny. Im indifferent as to if it’s another locker room based fic, or it could be Lexa and Clarke are rooming together at an away game and Lexa keeps waiting for Clarke to fall asleep so she can mastrubate and Clarke ends up hearing and helping her out. Also I love the football world but whatever
(Ao3)
You have a routine. It is a meticulous process, though parts of it are spontaneous. The candles, the warm bath, the classic music, they all play the perfect part in relaxing your muscles and mind, preparing your body for the battle to come. You will demand perfection from yourself tomorrow at the game, so when you can, you take your time to prepare.
The water is borderline scalding as it fills the ostentatious hotel bathtub. The team went all out with the reservations, and you are grateful for the extra leg room. Your phone chirps lightly to Rachmaninoff Piano Concerto as the vetiver candle hits its earthy undertone. The fluffiness of your robe rubs against your exposed skin as it falls to the floor, leaving pleasant goosebumps over your things and arms. It’s perfect.
You’re halfway into the tub when a loud knock resonates from the bathroom door, making you slouch water on the pristine white tiles.
“Yo, Lexa!” Clarke, your loud roommate for the night, knocks again as if you didn’t hear the first time she almost brought the door down. “I’m going to get smoothies with the girls. Do you want to come?”
Why would they want smoothies right after dinner? Tall players like Clarke seemed to have an endless appetite. “Lexa?” Clarke’s large, goalkeeper hands smack the door again, and you finally respond, “No, thank you! Have fun!”
Clarke grunts an affirmative, and you wait until the bedroom door closes with a far away thud. Laugher and heavy steps die down the hallway, and the air calms. You trace the water with your fingers, drawing invisible patterns in the rose-scented bath. Music plays quietly, and finally, you relax. You let your eyes close, bundling up one of the many available white towels behind your neck, taking a deep breath.