#for another fandom

[ifieabouteverything]

Adaine continuing to live for thousands of years long enough to encounter her friends again but reincarnated

[portalpanda]

Y’ALL I’m having so much fun with the fic I’m writing right now

[zigster-ao3]

Created for @open-fic-night 2019

I just found out about this little soirée of a fest yesterday, so I’m super happy that I had time to put together a piece for it! Thanks for letting me join in on the fun. 

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Patrick heard the jingle of the bell above the door and sighed. He looked down at himself, covered in black and white, oversized cashmere and figured he deserved this humiliation. It had never occurred to him that he would have needed to bring not one but two spare shirts to the motel the previous evening. He then chuckled at the memory of why his shirts had been ruined and wondered for the tenth time that morning where David had managed to find a turn of the century Absinthe fountain on a day’s notice. 

Resigned to his fate of being seen wearing David’s clothes in front of customers, Patrick shoved aside the curtain to the stock room and stepped out onto the floor. He then immediately spun on his heel and attempted to go straight back behind the curtain once more. 

“Not so fast!” 

Patrick put his hands on his hips and turned back ‘round to find Alexis and Stevie staring at him, wide-eyed, and smiling with too many teeth. They looked like a pair of shiny-haired sharks. Patrick pressed his lips together and braced himself. 

“Oooo, Patrick! You look . . . like a little toadstool! A baby fuzzy bean pod!” Alexis exclaimed, bangles jangling as she clapped her hands with joy. 

“Totally,” Stevie said, nodding. “That’s what I was thinking.” Her hair fell into her face as she dug in her bag for something.  

“Right!” Alexis slapped her on the arm. “So precious!” 

Stevie emerged from the depths of her messenger bag with her phone and she shamelessly aimed it at Patrick. He heard the sound of the click despite her suppressed laughter. “Precious. Yup.” 

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Patrick. Please tell me David has seen you in this?”

Patrick cleared his throat. “He. Uh, actually—” 

“Oh my god! He dressed you!” Alexis did a little hop on her heels. Stevie snapped another pic. 

“Could you not?” Patrick asked, gesturing to Stevie’s phone. 

She looked up at him, her face void of all emotion. “What? I wasn’t taking your photo.” 

Patrick sighed. Where the hell was David?

[snowbaz-fanfiction-library]

Library update

Hi guys!

I know the library has been on a long hiatus, and even though I don’t plan on making new masterlists like we used to do, I thought with the new book coming out soon that I wanted to update it in some way.

I thought that it might be useful for you guys to have a post with direct links to ao3 searches. That way, if you’re using mobile or pc you can easily click on it and find something to read, that is always up to date.

Ex: Ao3 Snowbaz links to the most recent works and to all recent works that are completed.

What do you guys think?

-Izzie @cosyblack

[dgmagines]

Min should,,, probably,,, have saved this for next month’s sleepover weekend but a lack of sleep, nutrition and this on and off dizzy spell over my head is making me not have as much restraint as i used to

are you guys... happy? with the way i run the blog...?

[ethospathoslogan]

I must say, that was very well written 👏🏻👏🏻 but WHY MUST YOU HURT ME SO 😭😭😭😭 Ly Jordyn 🤗😭💜🖤

bc i am an evil author who strives to bring hurt/comfort always

buT OMG THANK YOU!!!

[endless-vacant-mind]

Why do I do this.

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