#oooooo!

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

These a swish and a knock at the door as a shadowy figure is leaning against the door with a yawn and a stretch.

“Finally out that loop..welp time to check in on everyone…”

Sabre took a gummy to calm his nerves as his foot tapped against the ground and breath stayed steady as he waited holding his bag closer and multiple times double checking that I have the “gifts” I want to give.

“This loop was alright…ended good. At least got something they would all like.”

( @the-loop-travler )

*A cold wind blows, the snow is falling heavily. Someone eventually answers the door - a version of Galaxy Steve with what looks like a rainbow living plushie clinging to him.*

Oh! Hello there!

[glmfic]

Chapter 35 title reveal

In Which: Mai is an Honest Liar

[pocketgalaxies]

"not everyone's a liar, braius."

"i think they are, sometimes."

[coldaretha]

[heartsoftruth]

[owltrainer-destinyseeker]

Cass stormed into the tent, puffing over the argument she’d just had with her dad. She could take care of herself! She really could!

Flopping down on her bed, she buried her face in her pillow a groaned loudly.

Owl flew over, and nudged her with his beak. Worried about his human.

“Sorry Owl,” came the muffled sigh from the pillow “I’m not in the mood tonight”

Owl flew out, looking over his shoulder. Wondering what Cassandra would do about all this.

“AUGH!” Cass yelled as she rolled to her back. “I came out here so maybe this wouldn’t happen! I wouldn’t hurt anyone anymore! Wouldn’t have to see them sad when I need some space. Uuuugh. But it’s still happening.... how many people have I hurt? I really don’t mean to.... I just wish.... I could say sorry..... but.. *yawn* it’s so...... hard”

Her thoughts drifted in a maddening swirl as Cass fell into a troubled sleep.

@sun-moon-united

[saurons-pr-department]

💗👏🍰

Wooot! More hugs for Sorcha! (I'm very cuddly, I deeply appreciate hugs)

And I'm delighted to hear that you think that everything I say about the Dark Lord is great, because He is great, and it's great that people think that he's great

From this ask thing-y

[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. 

____

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?