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October 4, 2021

Actual footage of the TW fandom after the announcement:

Smirk/Smile Saturday

I call this a Study in Sexy

Also, Smirk/Smile Saturday anyone? ;) There's nothing more sexy heartwarming than a smiling Thorin/Richard, am I right? I mean, if I see him smile, I smile. It's just contagious!

Also, help me decide, ladies... Is he just, normal, in the below picture or is he pulling the same smirk as the above picture?

@lathalea @gwen-ever @linasofia @thewarriorandtheking @legolasbadass @kibleedibleedoo

New Type

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x Chubby!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.1k

Request: N/A

Summary: Rodrick thought he knew what he liked, until it was something else.

Warnings: Mentions of drugs( alcohol+weed), self doubt (Rodrick’s end)

A/N: V self indulgent and ik this isn’t what anyone asked for but I WANTED TO WRITE IT

Rodrick had always been a fan of pretty girls. Time and time again, the girl’ he’d fall for look like they came straight from the doll box, long legs and toned bodies. They were earthbound angels, sculpted from perfection. Heather Hills was no different from that. Long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, everything you could want in a girl and more. Or so he thought. Lately, he found himself not getting the same feeling she once gave him. That heart tugging, air pulling sense of absolute adoration. A thought he had never had before graced his head, did he like Heather or did he just like the chase?

She had ignored him for months on in. Anytime he had even got close to him the only thing she pretty much had to say to him was for him to fuck off. When they got paired together for group projects, she pushed the workload on him and her reaction when they’d do poorly was nothing short of disgusting. Then what was he feeling for her? Rodrick was so distraught that he had gone through his mom’s old advice articles and found that what he had felt for her was just simple physical attraction. It wasn’t love or even liking. And if that was how it was for what he felt for Heather, had he ever really liked someone?

What was it like to fall in love? To find someone to be not only beautiful but to like them for everything and more. He always gave Greg a hard time for Holly but even Greg wasn’t as lame as him. Him and Holly not only talked frequently, but they hung out as well! That was way more than Rodrick could say about any girl he’d had interest in. He was going to go not just his entire school career, but his entire senior year without an inkling of what it was like to have a chick.

Official TOG sequel announcement let’s gooooo

“Losers Club Plus One” - Masterlist

In which the reader is Richie Tozier’s teenage daughter and follows him and the other Losers around Derry. 

Trigger warnings apply! Blood, death, homophobia, anxiety, basically all the warnings that apply for the book and the movies.  Also, for obvious reasons, spoilers are in this story. Like very fucking prominently as I’m trying my best to follow the events of IT: Chapter 2. But there will be inserts of the book when I feel like they fit, because I appreciate that shit like a lot.

I do have a taglist, contact me in any way (comments, messages, asks) if you want me to add you to it. Other than that, comments, asks and messages are always greatly appreciated and I will answer as soon as I can!

(On a different note, I want to mention that I’m german so the only book I own is the german copy. If I get a name wrong or whatever, please do tell me. The book is old and I don’t know if they changed anything in the translation, if parts were lost in the translation or whatever. I’m always doing my research but I’m not perfect, I make mistakes.)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!

LCPO is now on AO3 (click here) and Wattpad (click here)! Please note that these are my accounts. If you find my fic(s) on any other accounts, please let me know!

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Losers Club Plus One  Part 2

Richie Tozier x daughter!reader series. Read part 1 here!

A/N: Thank you so much for all the positive feedback! Here comes part 2! It’s almost 4,000 words so you might want to take some time to read through this. As mentioned in the previous part, trigger warnings apply, this is IT so shit might not be too easy for some people and I’m trying to be as close to the movie as possible, but some things might be closer to the book and stuff. 

I hope you enjoy!

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The Devil´s Daughter (Lucifer Morningstar x Daughter!Reader) - Series Masterlist

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Untouchable - The Devil’s Daughter Chapter Ten (Lucifer Morningstar x Daughter!Reader)

[Lucifer-Masterlist], [The Devil's Daughter-Masterlist]

Previous Chapter / Next Chapter (04/26/2021)

Summary: Amenadiel was not as bad as you first thought he would be. In the end, you were glad that he asked you to talk to him. Maybe he would know what to do next.

Words: 1,452

Warnings: language, blood, angst, we're getting there guys, the end is near hehe

Witcher Masterpost

All my OC!reader fics.

For those who asked, here are my fics (updating as they come) focusing on the reader as a young girl in Geralt’s care. Ages & timings vary. They’re written in a relative order, but if you know me, my timelines never make any sense lol, so please do keep that in mind!

The reader is my OC, Akela, just with the pronouns/name changed as Tumblr seems to prefer reader!fics. Her version of each story can be found here.

The White Wolf and His Pup - Geralt finds a baby girl in the woods, and for some reason, he can’t quite let her go.

Fragile - Geralt deals with a sick baby.

Like Father, Like Daughter - Geralt should have expected his child’s first word to be ‘fuck’.

Raising a Wild Pup - Geralt deals with a tantrum, watches the sun set, and goes swimming. In one evening. That’s his superpower. He calls it fatherhood.

Fire - It’s your birthday, and you and Geralt celebrate by playing a game.

Eleven - For a ten-year-old, political events can be boring. Thankfully, Geralt is a master at distracting you.

Book - After a long day, you ask Geralt to read you a story before bed.

Drabble - “I’m bleeding!”

Little Traveller - While staying at an inn, you sleepwalk, leaving a very uneasy Geralt to come and find you.

First - You smile at a boy, and Geralt starts to worry.

Dad - Three times Geralt called you his daughter, and the one time you called him ‘Dad’.

You Make Me Smile - The one thing you should never do is start a tickle fight with a Witcher.

Each Other - Geralt would never have believed that he’d one day find himself braiding a teenage girl’s hair, never mind her braiding his… But there he was. And he wasn’t complaining.

Wild Rabbit - You meet your mother- the mother who, as the stories go, left you to the monsters in the woods. Fortunately, you were found by Geralt before they could get you, but it’s safe to say you’re not happy to see this woman… and neither is Geralt.

Heart of Geralt - Geralt and Jaskier’s first meeting, except with an added twist. Who knew The Witcher liked raspberries?

To Annoy a Witcher - Three times Geralt hated the bard’s song, and the one time he didn’t.

Eye of the Beholder - Geralt has a tendency to cover your eyes whenever a naked person steps into view - as any father does - but this proves to be quite difficult when he first meets Yennefer.

Sex and Apologies  - After the djinn causes the building to fall down around Geralt and Yennefer, you believe your guardian to be dead. He is, of course, very much alive, and you’re far from happy.

Sticks and Stones - After Renfri’s death, you find Geralt surrounded by a crowd of people throwing stones at him and yelling at him to die. Needless to say, you react in the only way possible. Like a Witcher.

Drabble - “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”

Mud Monster - Jaskier should have known better than letting you convince him to play a prank on Geralt.

Like Him - You and Geralt have an argument, and it takes a certain bard to get the two of you to stop glaring daggers at each other and make up.

Drabble - “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Drabble - “You have a stick in your hair.”

Drabble - “You know I love you.”

Drabble - “I’ll always be there for you.”

Drabble - “What the hell are you holding and why is it… wriggling?”

Drabble - “Where’s Roach?”

A Mother’s Touch - Geralt is great, but sometimes, all you need is a mother’s arms to wrap around you and hold you close.

To Love and Be Loved - Geralt and Yennefer aren’t exactly the most well-behaved parents when it comes to you and teenage boys.

Until the End - After Geralt loses both Yennefer and Jaskier on that mountainside, you’re there to assure him that he’s not alone.

Constant - You’re worried that, once Geralt finds Ciri, he’ll stop caring for you. Geralt’s quick to put your mind at ease.

Fishy Business - Geralt teaches his kid to catch fish.

Jealousy - You meet Ciri, and you are less than happy.

Name Game - Geralt accidentally calls Ciri something he shouldn’t have.

The Pup and the Cub - Geralt leaves you and Ciri to finally sort out your differences.

A Mother’s Touch

A/N: Happy Birthday to me! Here’s a sweet something for you. It’s time Yennefer had some time with Geralt’s kid. :)

Find the OC version of this fic here.

Title: A Mother’s Touch

Summary: Geralt is great, but sometimes, all you need is a mother’s arms to wrap around you and hold you close.

Words: 1393

“Fuck,” you mumbled, shutting your eyes and blowing a deep breath out slowly through your mouth. You were sat cross-legged by the rippling lake, the sound just about soothing you. The stars were out, and you’d been staring up at them for a number of minutes before having to return to your calculated breathing and rocking methods.

Who thought it a good idea to make women bleed every month? What was the point?

You angrily reached up to wipe at the tears rising to your eyes. In times like these, when you were in pain and in need of comfort, you went to Geralt. Whatever the time, wherever the place, he’d ask no questions if he knew you didn’t want them to be asked. There’d been many nights he’d woken to a presence at his side and would reach for his sword, only to glance quickly down and see it was you before settling again.

But, you reminded yourself with a sharp sting of pain, Geralt was on a hunt, and he had been on it for the better part of the day. Instead, you were camping out with Jaskier and Yennefer until your Witcher was finished. The end couldn’t come sooner.

Sniffling, you opened your eyes and drew in a deep breath, blinking up at the sky. The water rippled as you dipped your hands in and splashed the cold liquid on your face, gasping a little and feeling momentary relief before it started up again. “Damn it,” you hissed, falling to your side and curling your legs up to your chest.

“Are you alright?”

You would have shot up at the sudden new voice if you weren’t in so much agony. You hadn’t even heard the footsteps. Instead, you fumbled for a stick in the mud beside you and wielded it in front of you, pointing it at whoever had decided to join you.

It was Yennefer.

And she looked incredibly amused, despite the spark of concern in her eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest and arched a brow. “I like your sword,” she commented, watching as recognition dawned on you and you threw the stick to the side, curling your legs up again.

Yennefer frowned. She uncrossed her arms and tentatively took the few steps between you both before crouching down beside you, reaching a hand out to rest gently on your back. “Are you alright?” she repeated her previous words, a little more apprehension laced through them this time.

You harshly shook your head, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and let out a little gasp of air as though you’d been holding your breath for some seconds.

“What is it?” Yennefer asked. She tilted her head a bit, scanning your body for an obvious injury, but couldn’t see anything which would indicate that you were visibly hurt. “Y/N, you have to-”

“I’m on my fucking period and it hurts!” you burst out suddenly, not even worrying about the volume of your voice. Thankfully, Yennefer didn’t either. As soon as the revelation left your lips, she turned her head and quietly scanned the trees and bushes behind them before standing to her feet. Tendrils of white magic encircled her hands, glowing in the dark, rustling the bushes and lifting plants and flowers. You heard the slight noise and did all you could to raise your head, blinking against the dots in your vision.

“What’re you doing?” you asked, one hand clasped over your stomach while the other went to your hot forehead. Yennefer was quiet for a moment, disappearing through the trees a second later, and you groaned, feeling tears slide from your eyes again.

You wanted Geralt.

Or anyone, really.

But mostly Geralt.

The sorceress came back quickly with two bowls, likely the ones they’d eaten from earlier, and you watched as she sat down beside you, handfuls of plants and what looked to be herbs in her hands. For the smallest of moments, your pain subsided as she observed Yennefer with an uncommon interest, your eyes following her movements while she swiftly created a fire, filled a bowl with water, and placed the bowl over the flames. She reached for a large rock at the edge of the river and plopped it gently in the water, then proceeded to fill the second bowl and drop the plants and herbs in it.

All at once, your stomach protested – to what, you weren’t sure, and she didn’t care to think – and you let out a pitiful sob. Yennefer waved a hand over the heating bowl and a second later picked the rock up. “Turn over for me,” she said gently, her hand on your shoulder, and you, with a little help, did as was asked, your face wet from tears. You sniffled, trembling slightly as you watched Yennefer gently place the rock on your lower stomach, and an immediate sense of reprieve flowed through you, causing you to shut your eyes. How the woman hadn’t been burnt from the heat, you didn’t know, but the logics of the situation were far from view right now.

A low sigh left you, and you relaxed almost completely, feeling the hot rock do its magical work on your stomach.

Yennefer smiled, pleased with her work, and sat back once more to return to the second bowl. “I’m making a medicine,” she told you. “It’ll help ease the pain a little more.”

All you could do was nod, and the both of you fell into a comfortable silence a second later. You were utterly exhausted, having not slept a bit since the night before, and the sound of the water in the light breeze and the distant hooting of an owl almost sent you right off, but Yennefer put a hand on your shoulder before you could do so. The sorceress helped you sit up and handed you the bowl, sitting cross-legged as you drank its contents.

“What is it?” you asked afterwards, wiping at your lips with a not-so trembling hand, and Yennefer breathed a short sound of amusement.

“Magic,” she said. She smiled at you. “How are you feeling now?”

You nodded, holding the cooling stone still against your skin. “Better,” you said, before glancing up and giving the woman a sincere look. “Thank you, Yennefer.”

The corners of Yennefer’s lips turned upwards. She took the bowl from you and dropped her shoulders, staring out across the river. “Geralt should not be much longer,” she said almost distantly, and you lifted your eyes to look at her. You weren’t oblivious to the fact that Geralt and Yennefer were more than just friends. You’d known for a while now, and, to be perfectly honest, you weren’t as adverse to the idea as you believed you might have once been. Yennefer was nice – she had been since the moment you’d first met – and moments like tonight proved just how much you really, really needed a mother. You had Geralt, and he was fine and just about enough, but there were things you often felt you needed to talk about that you couldn’t do with him. Yennefer was looking to be that person, and neither of you could find one fault in that.

The sorceress turned back around to face you and smiled. “Perhaps you should sleep,” she suggested.

As if on cue, you nodded, causing Yennefer’s smile to widen. “I think so, too.” You went to move, but decided against it when the pain rose once more. You grimaced and looked a little bashfully at Yennefer. “I might have to stay here.”

Yennefer chuckled. “I’ll stay with you.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to-”

“Your guardian may have quite the fit if he finds out I left you to sleep here alone,” she said, shrugging out of her long coat and laying it across the mud. “Here,” she said, pointing to it, “lie down.”

You did as you were told, manoeuvring herself onto your side, and a moment later you were facing Yennefer. Something in you, whether it was the missing Geralt or the fact that there was someone right there, made you shuffle forward until you were in Yennefer’s arms, your head under her chin, hands tucked beneath you.

And Yennefer shut her eyes, holding you tightly to her and wondering if, finally, this was what being a mother felt like.

Witcher Masterpost

✾.𝐁.𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐀 ᮫ֹᜒׁ𓈒ׁ🧠︩ ⌯ Ꮺ .. թꪶᦸα𞤻ͽ ᥣ𝑖𝐤ᧉ ᦅ𝖗 𝕣ꪮ𝗯𝗹𐐫𝐠❞𖦆 : 𓊔 ᦒ.ᦒ ✨››𝖇𝒚 𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠