#fic clip

[idonthaveacleverquip]

Kukui, looking at Guzma from his doorstep: "Hm, you seem excited Ash invited you for this beach outing."/ Guzma: "Lay off, just because we're dating doesn't mean anything he suggests suddenly tastes like Combee honey."/ Kukui, staring at the rubber ring around Guzma looking strangely similar to Ash's, topped with the goggles and a box of snacks: "Of course, my mistake."

“Yeah, your mistake.” Guzma scoffed taking a moment to readjust the floaty around himself before stepping out onto the sand in front of Kukui’s house waving down his boyfriend.

Kukui rolled his eyes and shook his head. Those two went together like a house on fire. He’d taken the time to warm up the shovel talk, but by this point he didn’t know if it needed given to his former student or his current one.

--

I couldn’t help myself~

For Reference: In the Ani, it doesn’t show Kukui and Guzma as equals in the flashback, Guzma is being trained BY Kukui in those scenes. So in my mind and this AU it translates to Guz having trained under Kukui instead of directly under Hala, thus Kukui’s FORMER student.

[pondonmain]

"Crowley! You're a snake!" Aziraphale had called out in near delight. "I didn't know you could still do that? I've not seen you like this since the Garden."

Unbeknownst to Aziraphale, after the events of the Garden, Crowley had been cursed, or rather, commanded to never take a fully serpent form again. Oddly enough, he had missed it. While looking human was great, movement was so much easier in his intended body.

Still, it was a shock to be this way again and he had the split second fear that he would be trapped in this form unable to return to the one he’d grown accustomed to. His worries couldn't hold up to the unexpected petting from angelic fingers.

"You know, I did always have a soft spot for this form of yours. You're beautiful, Crowley."

And Crowley was so glad that snakes couldn't blush.

-

This lil exchange popped into my head for a Post Armageddon’t “what if making Heaven and Hell think they were more than a demon and an angel had additional consequences?” AU I’m working on, and I thought I’d share it.

[ladyofsnark]

           Varric heaved a sigh and shifted Bianca’s weight against his shoulder. “Fine,” he said, “but is this for real? You’re telling me that Flemeth saved your lives? I’m not Fereldan but I’ve heard the stories.”

           Hawke shrugged. “I’m just saying that a dragon decimated about two hundred darkspawn that were ready to overwhelm us and then it turned into an old woman who called herself Flemeth. Whether it was the Flemeth or not I guess I really can’t say.”

           “When father taught me about the schools of magic he always said that shape-shifting was old magic—old and lost,” Bethany added from behind them. She walked beside Aveline as Carver brought up the rear behind them. “I’m sure the Circles wouldn’t teach it anyhow. It’d be too difficult for the Templars to keep track of apprentices if they could all turn themselves into mice.”

           “Or dragons,” Carver muttered. Then he raised his voice to address Varric and his sister in the front, his tone agitated: “Shouldn’t you be watching the path? Don’t the Dalish trap the woods around their camps?”

           “And here I thought that Varric and I were walking ahead of everyone because we have the nicest asses,” Hawke called back. “Let the scouts scout, brother.”

[stephrc79]

Good luck on job interviews and boy things. I'm sorry about your foot, I hope it's not broken. Also you are writing more of the life of Bucky??? I'm sooo excited- it's one of my fav fics right now!!! Thank you for updating us on your progress!!!

Thanks, nonnie! For all the things. Going to Urgent Care in the AM, so wish me monsters! As for TLBB, I am. As long as petite puts up artwork, I’ll be writing TLBB. It’s my life. :)

That said, I did promise my people a new one tonight, but the pain in my foot has been a RAGING distraction. So, because I love you nonnie, and I love all my readers, here’s a short clip of Image Forty-Two.

LOVE YOU GUYS!

~~~~

Snippet from IMAGE FORTY-TWO of The Life of Bucky Barnes

“Just give me the fucking brush, Bucky!”

Bucky pulled up short at the flush of absolute anger on Steve’s face. He blinked at him, completely nonplussed. He knew Steve was stressed about the exhibit, but he hadn’t expected to be yelled at over it.

“Seriously?” he all but managed to get out.

A flash of guilt crossed over Steve, only to settle right back into irritation. He didn’t say anything, just gave a short nod.

Fucking whatever. “Fine,” Bucky growled and slapped the brush into Steve’s still-outstretched hand. “You wanna be a stubborn asshole about this? It’s your fucking funeral.”

He turned on his heel and strode right back the way he’d come. Seriously, fuck Steve if he was going to act like a fucking child. Bucky got that he was a bit of a perfectionist, and this was his art, but there was a line between wanting to get it right, and pile-driving yourself into the ground. This was exactly what he was afraid —

He stopped and whipped back around. “You know, this is what I was talking about. This right here.” He waved a hand at Steve, who was staring after him, that stubborn anger, and sadness, and something like guilt again all seemingly at war across his features. “I didn’t want you doing this because I knew it would kill you, and I was fucking right. Those murals behind you? Their fucking perfect, Steve. But you can’t see that. You can’t let it go — can’t walk away.” He crossed his arms and glared daggers at his boyfriend. “You’re so caught up in what they’re being used for and the fact that you essentially agreed to create a giant fucking memorial for your dead fucking family, even though you still, to this day, struggle with the fact that everything and everyone you ever loved is gone, that you have made yourself blind to what it’s doing to you.”

“Not everyone.”

“What?” Bucky snapped.

“Not everyone I love is gone,” he spit out, and pointed at Bucky’s piece. Bucky’s eyes darted to it, before settling back on Steve.

“No,” he agreed, trying to keep his tone even. “Not everyone is gone; I’m still here.”He slowly starting walking back over. “But, Steve? That still doesn’t change the fact that this hasn’t exactly been the healthiest project in the world for you. You’re always talking to me about my pictures and my therapy, and how what I put up is supposed to help me. Hell, there were times you stopped me from putting up photos or captions that you knew weren’t good for me. And yet…” He stopped in front of Steve and folded his arms. “You couldn’t listen to me when I gave that same advice back to you. Why is that?”

[somesouphere]

um. by the time i am done-- if this were a printed book-- it would be around a 300 page novel. 

i really hope you guys are willing to read a lot of porn with an enormous amount of plot. 

holy shit. 

here's an angsty little clip for you: 

"

Bond glared at his companion with a pained expression, “What do you want from me?”

“If you don't know the answer to that already, James,” Silva responded with clear frustration, “then I cannot help you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Figure it out,” The blonde snapped.

"

Ok, back to having no life and devoting every last breath to this beast. 

[somesouphere]

Nearly 35 new followers since last weekend. 

Team 00Silva, our fandom is uniting beautifully. I would pull an Oprah and give you all your own Aston Martin DB5s, but I'm afraid I'm poor, so a clip from the fic will have to suffice. 

"

Silva inhaled deeply, pressing the cool glass to his lips.

Closing his eyes, he could still feel the lingering, phantom warmth tingle through the tips of his fingers where they'd stroked across the Agent's chest. If only he'd had more time to explore that warmth before MI-6 had swarmed in and descended down upon Gunkanjima. Such a magnificent physical specimen; a true Da Vinci Vetruvian made flesh and blood, in equal parts passive and passionate, moderated and fierce. A perfect yin and yang, a gentleman by blood and a soldier by circumstance.

"