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i figured i should make a masterlist of fanfictions and artwork, so that it’s easier to find for you all! :)
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i figured i should make a masterlist of fanfictions and artwork, so that it’s easier to find for you all! :)
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Larissa Weems x f!reader
“Come on,” Larissa tried again. “Talk to me. Please.” There was a crack in her voice this time, a pleading sound that she no longer could suppress. She hated this—the way you disappeared into yourself more often lately, leaving her stranded on the outside, only to look in. Hated how powerless she felt, how no matter what she said or did, she was never able to reach you.
∙ CW / Mentions: angst/comfort, feelings of worthlessness, mental health issues, low self-esteem, emotional distress? r! is stuck in a depressive state. Should be it?
∙ Word Count: 2.8k | ao3 link in title
The rain drummed relentlessly against the windows of your small apartment, and each droplet seemed to echo the dull, insistent throb that had settled in the back of your skull. It made the panes rattle against the warped wooden frames each time there was a strong gust of wind. Everything was too loud, too overwhelming to handle. The curtains were drawn tightly shut. It did little to block out the dim light that filtered through the edges, but it was enough to keep the room dark enough so that it didn’t hurt your eyes.
please read my wife’s stories , she’s so very talented🥰 this one is definitely going in my favourites list.
Sweet baby Jesus and the grown one, too!
(obviously.)
decided after a while of not posting on here i’d come back to give you some lucifer peanits for your enjoyment. i guess their little angel just knows how to keep them satisfied…🥰
for my baby @theswordmaiden 💞
Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader — ao3
Poor Larissa is frustrated and needs a helping hand. . or throat. warnings: NSFW, g!p, shifted cock, blowjob, praise, finger-sucking, etc. // word count: 2.4k Thank you @ weemssapphic for being willing to beta this <3
Larissa had been fidgeting with the end of her pen when you’d entered her office only moments ago, her little darling, so sweet to check in on the poor woman. Today had been exhausting, from the moment she’d dragged herself out of bed, joints aching and stiff, to the constant bickering of students outside her door all afternoon arguing about who knew what.
But then you’d come in with a cup of hot chocolate, perhaps no longer as warm as you would have preferred, but enough to satisfy, and she’d sipped it gratefully, relieved to have something else to focus on besides the mounting stress of the day — and to have you perched so prettily on the corner of her desk.
teehee , my love is so talented🤭🤭💋 very proud of them for posting this🥰
"History will paint you a villain"
Fourth wall breaking to make us believe what they're putting in Rhaenyra's mouth.
Alicent went to Rhaenyra's wedding wearing the colors her House use for war, which created the Green and Black teams. She knew what she was doing.
Alicent was the only one who actively hated Rhaenyra's children to be bastards. Corlys and Rhaenys didn't really care, Rhaenyra's own husband didn't care, Viserys was totally happily in denial. Cole hated it, but his opinion doesn't matter.
Alicent made it a big deal, raised Aegon to be scared of Rhaenyra when he had no true animosity towards his sister before. And telling her son to spare Rhaenyra after years of telling him he was a challenge for her and would die if she becomes queen, was silly.
She helped put Aegon on the throne, and when learnt she was wrong to do so, started to show disdain for him that led Aegon to take his dragon to battle and get burnt.
Then, at his weakest state, she accepted Rhaenyra's deal that includes the murder of her son. The very son who did not want to be king in the first place. Just so she could run away with Helaena and her daughter. She is literally fleeing what she helped causing. She could protect Helaena and Jaehaera and stay in KL to be by her sons' sides and accepts the same sentence she put on them. But no, she still wants a way out of this mess.
So, the writers telling us, through Rhaenyra of all people, "Alicent is a only a victim of patriarchy and will be paint as a villain" is so stupid. Yes, she is a victim. But it doesn't justify all she did. In season two, she marvels at how messed up her boys are, when all their life they heard her complain about Rhaenyra and her bastard children, how Aemond lost an eye and how Lucaerys should have lost his too, that Rhaenyra will murder Aegon in cold blood when she becomes queen (before he usurped her).
So, yes, she is a villain and history will rightfully paint her as such. That doesn't make her a bad character, nor does it mean all victims become villains in turn; Rhaenys is a victim of patriarchy too, Rhaenyra and her mum, the servant girl who Aegon sexually assaulted, all the women of the story are victims of that.
vamp!jane fic. probably will not finish.
““I’ve eyes in the back of my head, girl. Enter.” Her voice was sudden. You must have peered too long.
You caught her gaze from her mirror, pretty blue eyes with the slightest hint of yellow gold. You thought often about her eyes, especially when she would pay you a visit in the garden while you worked on the rose bushes. If the sun hit just right- she would squint yes, but you got the best view of those eyes of hers, like the glass window panes of the church building that depicted dances of angels. Though, miss Murdstone was no angel.
“I’m sorry, milady. Please forgive my staring.” You quickly passed the threshold of her doorway, closing her door and locking it, as was her expectation.
“Worry not, girl,” Jane said, “come help me with my hair.””
YEAH I'M FIRST 🦅🦅🦅
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top of the lake x abbot elementary crossover !! miranda is the school resource officer. working on concept arts ! a longer post since this won’t be done for a while.
““It’s a school resource officer.” barbara corrected. “They simply… monitor the halls…” She turned to look at a cameraman, “last time I checked anyway.”
a long jane murdstone fic !
“Rounding the corner and following the narrow corridor, Jane huffed and held the wall, desperate to catch her breath before seating herself inside the confessional; a sinful penitent, blasphemous in the eyes of God, and nevertheless, she ached again for the touch of a woman, more comforting than the eyes of a man. Jane sucked in a breath through her teeth and exhaled quickly from her nose, settling herself until she would inevitably grow restless as she admitted to her corruption. Jane opened her mouth to speak, but nothing followed. How could she be sure if anyone was even there? Why would someone listen to such a disgusting admission? A quiet “ahem” brought Jane back to the present and encouraged her to open up about her vices.
Jane pressed her index and middle fingers together, bringing them to her forehead, straight down to her chest just below her collarbones, then quickly her left shoulder, crossing over to rest against her right, muttering “Father, son, holy spirit” under her breath. She folded her hands to finish her prayer as if signing the cross alone would cleanse her regrets. Jane breathed deeply, then began, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” the ravenette’s folded hands lowered to lie in her lap, “It has been one month since my last confession… but twelve hours since I have sinned.” Silence consumed Jane as she waited, her heart beating so fast she swore whoever sat behind the booth could hear her fear through the wall. Jane Murdstone was a woman of few words, cold in demeanour, full of spite, and yet she found herself crumbling in a confession box to an invisible stranger, same as she had fallen to pieces underneath Lucy.”