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Mythic Quest (TV)
she might want a kiss before the end of the song
by marteemcfli
danarachel "kiss me before i get frostbite" title from lovers rock by tv girl (again)
The Hobbit (Jackson Movies)
Gold Rush
by bleeckerstreetmagician
From Tumlblr request: Thranduil and Reader are childhood friends and decided to visit Reader and Galadriel's home and starts reminiscing the times they were both still young, and Galadriel gets a bit jealous....or something
Undertale (Video Game)+1
Headphone Actor
by orphan_account
I couldn’t take the sound of it any longer;The crying and the tears were just starting to form now.Doesn’t matter why, but the song of people wouldNever stop singing, although now, it was ending.“You better hurry, now that you have one minute.”But hearing now those words, they didn’t matter anymore;Cuz that faraway hill now, that would save my lifeWas staring straight at me, right in the face.
Z-O-M-B-I-E-S (Disney Movies)
Where the Magic Begins
by sayorseee
Several life changing events happen at the most magical place on earth.
Until Dawn (Video Game)
Director
by rathernotmyname
"It's all fun and games until somebody dies" and other things that Josh philosophizes about while working on his masterpiece on Mount Washington.
The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
A potentially explicit work
BoBoiBoy (Cartoon)
being with you makes the flame burn good
by Tracing_Star
Blaze doesn’t smoke. Which was a surprise to, say, the people who knew her. She was not exactly a well-behaved person, nor was she a conformist. If her daily routine were anything to go by, smoking would be the least of her vices.She was fascinated by fire, yes, but she never felt the tendency to smoke. The flames at the end of a cigarette stick were not even worth looking at, merely a dim glow against the pitch-black shadows of the night. Compared to setting police cars on fire, watching oil on asphalt create fascinating shapes, or seeing the morning sun hidden behind black clouds, she simply does not have the patience to indulge in slow-pacing activities. Blaze does not smoke, but she would find herself carrying a box of Marlboro every so often; for when a green-eyed beauty would lean over the sidewalk railing, with her side-shaved mullet spilling over her shoulders and her black lipstick against pale skin, speaking in that deep, mellow voice with a hint of amusement: “You got a cig, little devil?”
Original Work+1
he who does not care
by orphan_account
Carter has cared for no one but himself for as long as he has lived. The cat knows this.Carter wants his soul. The cat knows this too.The cat is always there. Carter couldn't care less.
Breaking Bad+1
A potentially explicit work
Our Flag Means Death (TV)
A potentially explicit work
Case Closed
And cherry blossoms fell
by MoonRaven1412
It begins with death and ends with death. It begins with family and ends with family. It begins with loyalty and ends with loyalty. But in truth there was no end after all. ()Leaping Into the Dream -verse version of Scotch's life and death and what happened afterwards. Rewritten to fit the canon better even though this is highly non-canon with all the OCs included.
Merlin (TV)
A potentially explicit work
Silent Hill (Video Game Series)
A potentially explicit work
One-Punch Man
A potentially explicit work
Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types+1
Partners
by majorinconvenience
Shuichi gets a weird partner for his final project on criminal psychology. How disastrous can it get?
A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin+3
Star Wars - nymja
by fire & force
She looks down coolly at him, her hands resting on the arms of her throne. He glares up in return, jaw and fists clenched.“Tell me, Ser Kylo,” Daenerys Targaryen begins. “What need do I have for a knight with no banner?” fire & force **Author's Note:** > for a prompt from anonymous! i...lol really liked writing these two together, so if there's interest im down in making this a 'verse / a series of oneshots. She looks down coolly at him, her hands resting on the arms of her throne. He glares up in return, jaw and fists clenched. “Tell me, Ser Kylo,” Daenerys Targaryen begins. “What need do I have for a knight with no banner?” “I have a stronger claim than you know,” he says. “The claim I am interested in is the one you forsake.” Daenerys leans back in her seat. “House _Organa,_ I could have used. I’ve no use for upstart dynasties.” “And ships?” He says, gesturing around the halls of white stone. “Or are you flying your armies to Westeros, your Grace?” Her eyes narrow. “ _Speak._ You’ve wasted enough of my time.” Kylo starts to pace, only pausing to look at her in anger. “The First Order of the Knights of Ren has the ships. You have the dragons. Awakening this force could-” “I can find ships,” she cuts in. Her head tilts to the side. “You’ll have a harder time finding dragons.” His nostrils flare and he knows his throat is working. This is a card he hadn’t wanted to play, but the Knights of Ren are devoted to R’hllor, and they’re stupid enough to believe the woman before him is who they were promised. But Kylo knows better. _She’s_ not the one. All he needs is her dragons, and he’ll prove it. “And a Skywalker?” He says coldly. “Have you found one of those?” Daenerys’ eyes widen, and she turns to look down at one of her advisors. The man with thinning red hair shakes his head, before he faces Kylo. “The Skywalker line ended with the death of their last liege Lord.” “Luke,” he bites out. “Was not the last.” Kylo steps forward, one of his black boots breaking the endless white of her stone throne. The man with red hair steps forward, as does another with a half-beard and the gait of the assassin. Kylo wraps his fingers around the hilt of his longsword, silently goading them to move. “Naboo is the second-largest kingdom in Westeros,” Kylo presses, a frantic edge to his words--but it’s from anger, not desperation. “Has lands as fertile as the Reach. Varykino sits empty.” He shoots the assassin a wild glare when he takes a half-step closer and, wisely, the man stills his movement. “Tell me, your Grace, what matters more in war--the gold of House Organa or food for soldiers?” Daenerys’ expression softens, but not by much--irritation merely gives way to contemplation. After a moment, she stands and descends a few stairs, dismissing her men with a wave of her hand as she moves closer to him. Neither man looks happy about it. “Naboo may be missing a liege lord, but it still has skeleton armies who hold it in the name of House Palpatine,” she says levelly. Violet eyes meet brown as she stops a few steps before him. “What do you propose to do with them?” “My Knights will take it.” Daenerys scoffs at that. “One hundred knights against the army of an entire kingdom?” She scowls when she meets his gaze again. “You had my attention for a moment, Ser Kylo. But it’s clear we are _done_ here.” “Two hundred knights.” Kylo straightens, towering over her despite being at the lower ground. “And I’ll bring you the head of their commander.” “You are a confident man or a fool.” Her posture straightens, refusing to be cowed by his stature. “Fine _._ Bring me Sheev Palpatine’s head and then-- _only_ then--will I broker terms for an alliance.” “You’ll regret doubting me.”