The Priest Seto and Seto Kaiba. On lies, morals, murders and dress sense.
For Orysbaratheon who got me as their gift partner in the Jaegercon gift exchange:
Oh black kettles and black pots,
Seem to fight an awful lot,
They make the kitchen the most uncomfortable of rooms,
Empty words don’t mean a lot,
And from me that’s all you’ve got,
But I swear to you darling one day,
We’ll stand beneath a blue Moon.
—— Month of Sundays, Passenger
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Mako and Raleigh, a year after the anti-Kaijuu war.If someone asked him five years ago how Raleigh envisioned his life post-Kaijuu invasion, he would probably have said, “like a dream,” and he’d only be half-kidding. A year after that—
Fast-forward six years, and Mako tells him, “I’ve got our papers for New Tokyo,” smiling so hard it looks like it hurts, and Raleigh spreads his arms and says, “So when do we pack our bags?”
for the stars are still there even if the sun shines
warnings: language, spoilers, sexual situations
summary: This bond they have will always remain, even if they can’t see it all the time.
notes: written for this prompt. Also…it’s long.
you’re minding your own business
just reading a fic
you see it
Ariel, you are super cool, a good writer, fierce as hell, funny as shit, and I am glad to have had the chance to know you from Yu-Gi-Oh! fandom. Enjoy this fic, it is very raw and not beta read but it has Seto Kaiba and guns, so know that I tried!
At two fifty-three in the morning, on an otherwise nondescript Wednesday, Seto Kaiba awoke to the sound of voices coming from outside his bedroom door.
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(only watched the movie once so details may be somewhat fuzzy. un-betaed)
fanfics have made me question god
Kindle Fire with Snow
Heat, Cornwallis called it. Jeff rarely notices it either, unless someone points it out, because it’s always been there, since day one, since he saw her on the steps. It ebbs and flows but it’s never gone.
swarleysparkles101 asked for 410 J/B fic, so here it is :)
and with this, i humbly bow out of the fic war. all other prompts will be filled when i have the time :) p.s. i highly recommend listening to the titular song while reading.
thanks, guys, it’s been
blood and tearsfun! <3
did you know what you were doing? did you know how you would move me?
- other girls: long hair, wears makeup, slutty, attention whores, uses facebook
- me: I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee
There is nothing worse than going to one of your favorite fanfiction author’s or fanart artist’s profiles and finding it completely purged of all content and all forms of contact.
And your heart kind of just drops because hell, fandom generated content can still make your seethe, cry, laugh, and feel, and although it’s totally within that author/artist’s right to do what they want with their content there is still a little part of you that rings empty because you will never feel the happiness of enjoying their creative endeavors ever again.
Fiction can hurt in many ways, and this is just one, very meta way.
Does anyone know where Bob5 from FF.net went? They wrote a lot of Gossip Girl, Avengers, Naruto, some Cowboy Bebop? Man, if he/she left I am going to be one sad fic reader.