#disillusionist9

[littlemulattokitten]

top five fanfic aus

Enemies to Lovers

Soul Mate AUs and their many variants

Creature AUs

Any AU with a Predator/Prey dynamic

Period Drama/Different era than canon AUs

[katsitting]

Beaver and that weaponized lemon one

beaver — favorite planet?

Pluto is where it is at. Tiny but important.

laser lemon — had any encounters with celebrities?

I don’t know if she is quite a celebrity, but my brother used to train in the same gym as UFC fighter Amanda Nunez. I met her a couple times and she was really nice and sweet.

I don’t recall meeting others, but I might have unknowingly. Some like to lurk and hide in the shadows in public transportation, I hear lmao

[alwaystiredheaux]

seduce, steal from, serenade || Demon Tom, Professor Tom, Mob Boss Tom.

too easy haha

seduce demon bae

steal from professor bae

serenade mob boss bae

[disillusionist9]

A Theomione Thing...

When Professor Snape warned him that using a Time Turner could have unforeseen consequences, Theo didn’t think physical dismemberment would be on the list.

The skin around the white-hot chain puckered and blistered before he could let go, leaving links imprinted into his wrist and palm. His teeth gritted against the pain hard enough to make his jaw pop from the force. His shaking fingers slowly unfurled to release the shattered remains of the Time Turner.  Each melted chunk of glass and metal hit the tiled floor with a dull ring.

At least it wasn't his wand hand.

He tried to get his bearings. He was kneeling on a floor he recognized, but knew he shouldn’t be where he was. He wasn’t at Hogwarts. He was home, at Nott Manor, at least two hundred kilometers away from the school. Only apparition could take him that far and he knew it was impossible for anyone to do so on school grounds. He’d read Hogwarts: A History, after all. Besides, if he had Apparated, then the shitehead that pushed him down the stands on the Quidditch pitch would likely have been dragged along with him.

“What shite did you pull this time, Potter?” he hisses to himself.

The equally familiar walls of the Manor blurring around the edges made him realize that he needed to stay focused through the excruciating pain in his hand. He took his wand out of his pocket, having only realized it had been jabbing into his side when the irritant was removed.  He knew plenty of healing spells, but the very real threat of the Trace made him hesitate. Did he dare  to cast a spell in a place he knew he should not be?  No. He would suffer in silence. That, too, was familiar to him.

He’d been so overwhelmed by the burn on his hand that Theo only noticed the cuts on his temples after he stood. A trickle of blood had traced a bold crimson line down his cheek, running along his lips as he moved. He tried to focus, tried to listen for signs that his father might be home, but wasn’t sure if the quiet around him could be trusted.

The mirror that was usually propped against the wall of this side of the library had been reduced to nothing but an empty frame and garden of glass on the floor. Pieces crunch under his feet with every movement.

On his first step, he tumbled. On his second, he ended up shoulder first into a shelf, causing a figurine above his head to rattle. Swearing under his breath, cursing Potter with everything he can think of with his pain-addled thoughts, Theo fought to stand upright again. If he had to face his father in his current state, he would do it with dignity on his own two feet. Father would know what to do, who to send a letter to. Maybe this stunt would finally get Potter expelled. Merlin knows that pompous arsehole had done enough in the last five years to warrant more punishment than he’d gotten.

[jencala]

Tell me about the time you last went to the grocery store. (anti-honesty hour)

Grocery store?  I don’t go to the grocery store.  My personal assistant does that.  My personal chef gives him the list and he does the shopping.  I have a very strict vegan diet and eat only locally produced organics.

Say, what does an apple cost nowadays, anyway?  $25?

Thanks for the ask, love! 💚

[jolieburnsinfandomhell]

Hey, Jolie! This is uwa-so-frisk (though I can't send asks from my side blog) and I just finished chapter 12 of Winter in Your Bones! Thoughts on the chapter are in my comment on AO3 as always, but your mention of offering to explore other parts of this world made me insanely curious to know more about where Sans and Papyrus are living, who from the Underground is there, what their lives are like and how Sans meeting Reader changed all of that. Thank you again so much for writing that story!

lkjasdfl first off, i freaking love your avatar omg X’D

Secondly; where Sans and Pap are living is actually the subject of the first bonus chapter I have planned! So you can look forward to finally finding that out, haha. Actually it’ll probably be two chapters, maybe even three, depending on how things unfold. I originally intended for that all to show up within the story proper... but somehow it just never quite worked out as far as story flow goes. To be fair, though, I was trying to keep things fairly simple for this project, which probably contributed to Reader not going to Sans and Pap’s house sooner.

[purplefictionmom]

1. Of the fics you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

The obvious answer would be “Hell is a Place on the Surface” but its not the true one.

My favorite fic I wrote was a little one-shot I wrote here on tumblr (and later posted to AO3) called Virtual Mourning, which is about Garrus after the original Destroy Ending (the one where *spoiler!* Shepard dies no matter what you do) and how he meets this random retail worker who reaches out to him in kindness because Garrus himself is having a hard time figuring out how to mourn the loss of Shepard.

It’s literally just a small one-shot (its literally not even 2k words), but I feel proud of it, even when I look back on it now, even though I think its been over a year(maybe?) since I wrote it.

[tricktster]

Question from uwa-so-frisk to Trash Mom Overlord : Spot is out quite a lot in the chapters I'm reading now. Does Reader let her out every day? Is there a spot in an unused room with a tiny bit of void just...open and sitting there? How does that work?

there’s a spot corner that reedz eventually made with a hole to the void. it’s like 1 cm by 1 cm and hidden behind some piece of heavy furniture.

reedz, being so tiresomely wholesome, never really thought about the obvious use of the ability to make and maintain multiple shortcuts in space; the redistribution of funds through glorious bank heists. typical reedz. you start chilling with millionaire playboys and you forget all about radical reparations for the disenfranchised.