#because damn it

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Doctor Sleep Gone Wrong AU, Scared and Confused

"Mmmm...."

"Shit, he's waking up again-"

"Give him another fucking dose-"

"Fourth time-"

Danny was vaguely aware of a number of voices that surrounded him. Men and women, he couldn't really tell as he opened his eyes.

"Fuck, he's moving." A woman's voice cursed loudly.

"How the fuck is he still alive? Most kids go down after one dose."

"I don't know if you've noticed but he's not a fucking kid." Danny's head pounded a mile a minute as he tried to sit up but found his body refused to move. The blurriness slowly cleared from his vision to see a group of people surrounding him. Two things hit him at once. One, he was in a moving vehicle. And two, he was surrounded by the weird child killing cult. All eyeing him hungrily.

"Wh....what the fuck...?" He lifted his head slightly and shockwaves were sent through his body. He tried moving his hands but something stopped Danny.

"He smells like alcohol and cigarettes. I hate it." The teenage girl spoke up with a sneer. "You ask me we should've killed him already, bastard's friend killed Sarey. Who knows where Crow Daddy is."

"I'm sorry....but who the fuck are you?" The blonde responded by spitting in his face.

"None of your god damn business, pig."

"Aw come on Snakebite, don't be like that. He's probably going to be the only decent meal we've had in years." The fat man leaned in and despite his disorientation Danny backed away.

"He's probably going to last a few months. I can feel the energy pulsing off him."

"We should eat him now and get over with," Doug gritted out as he leaned in, grabbing Danny hard by the face.

"Settle down," Annie pushed the man away as the trailer continued to drive. "There's enough of him to go around when we get back. Doug?" The man nodded silently and brought the syringe to Danny's neck before pressing down the plunger.

The man's last thoughts hoping that Abra and Billy were okay.

[misscrawfords]

I have been informed that I don’t want to call them “clean romances” because of the association with US right wing purity culture which I 110% do not subscribe to. So I will be writing “closed door/low heat” romances instead.

[seyaryminamoto]

Somedays I’m eager to get to the end of this very long journey and finish this story...

And then somedays, like today, I lose my shit because the end of part 2 is finally in the horizon and my body is not ready and I don’t think it ever will be.

[leafyxwrites]

Superheroes: Fire Extinguisher

Hey so I took a few prompts from my MAS buddies, and @midnightluck chose the fire extinguisher AU from this list, Enjoy!~

“Good thing* I brought a fire extinguisher then, yoi” Marco sighed as he grabbed the compact device and pointed it in Ace’s direction.

“No wai–” Whatever protest that Ace was about to shout was cut short as the pressurized smoke screen was released and covered Ace in the foamy substance that immediately suffocated his flames.

By the time Marco was finished spraying Ace, the freckled man was all but waving his hands defensively, a massive pout on his face as he glared up at his boyfriend. “Was that really necessary?”

Marco flashed a grin at Ace, “Entirely.”

“You did kind of set yourself on fire, we’re just trying to put out the fire.” Sabo chimed in helpfully, as he stomped out a small ember on the bank’s floor.

“You have to remember that while you are flame retardant, the carpeted floor under us is not, yoi.” Marco chided as he ran his fingers through Ace’s white coated hair.

“I do remember!” Ace huffed, “I was only trying to set my hands on fire not all of me...it was just that he made me so mad! How dare he just waltz in here in the middle of my heist and try to rescue you? Every hero knows that putting an end to my evil doings is Blue’s gig.”

“Actually, Spade.” Sabo hummed as he nudged the unconscious man who was covered from head to toe in onyx soot, “It is the job of every hero within the city to protect civilians from the immanent threat of villains, so he was in his jurisdiction.”

Ace snorted, “That’s just a silly rule that you heroes like to tell yourselves, but since I don’t have to listen to those rules, I say that the only one that can stop me is my archnemesis, Blue Rebel. Otherwise why am I wasting my time with robbing the bank if I don’t get to see you?”

“Maybe you should just stop assaulting the bank? Ever think of that?” Sabo asked with the lightest hint of annoyance in his voice.

“We’ve been over this Blue! Robbing the bank is the best heist on my evil agenda, it gives me Marco time.”

“You know, we have had an increased amount of customers to the bank since people began to pick up on Spade’s fascination with this particular location, yoi.” Marco added, while pointing to a few people taking snapshots of three of them from a nearby window.

[motherofclones]

I SHIP CLONES

with happiness. 

[fistfuloflightning]

more screwing around practicing with my transparency brushes. pic from the manga Kanon

[everykebbie]

The fic for Eric is on its way I PROMISE

[dailyreverie]

Cough Syrup by Young the Giant just came on shuffle and now I'm crying over how much of a Bucky song it is 🥺😭

I mean, the whole song is terribly sad but this part...

Life's too short to even care at all,

I'm coming up now coming up now out of the blue.

These zombies in the park they're looking for my heart,

A dark world aches for a splash of the sun.

Brb I'm gonna go sob.