i craCKED THE CODE AND FOUND WORKING LINKS FOR RIOT (part 1 AND 2)

if you need a good swonter fix (or, in my case, reference for an ot3), go reAD~~

part 1

part 2

Im bored and i should be nano-ing but im not Gimme stuff to draw, please??

My step-sis and her fiance asked me to summarize my favorite ships as quickly as possible. The following is the result.

Just presented my sociology project about the onceler fandom My gawd, their faces when i explained what oncest is...

i hope they like oncest

oncest was my first non-canon ship. 

it really made me see what I've been missing...

Drabble: Winter

Pairing:

Smarties x Greedler

Summary: Winter- when the weather gets nasty and the power goes out, Greed-ler and Oncie get stuck in Greed-ler's fancy condo with nothing to do. Chaos ensues. Fluffy-gone-Naughty Oncest.

Draft 1:

Once-ler peered out the frosty window, seeing the snow build up even faster than earlier, the winds swirling it about in a crazy flurry.

The weather reporter on the television had just announced a blizzard warning, cautioning everyone to get inside and stay there. Unfortunately, since the storm seemed to form within an hour, most people had frantically rushed downtown to get last-minute supplies and caused several car accidents...

Today could only get worse.

Once-ler had been outside when it started snowing that afternoon. He was on his way to Greed-ler's for another useless tutoring session. He never had any success with that moron, no matter how hard he tried. Usually, he ended just giving him a copy of his own homework and leaving it at that. There was nothing more that he could really do.

But now, he was stuck in this ridiculously large condo, Greed-ler's stupid "abode".

The television continued to show weather alerts and radar images that made the situation look much worse than it actually was. The scene outside the window was far more appealing. At least it seemed relatively calm outside, regardless of the fact that there're 60 mph winds whipping the snow into strange-looking drifts.

Click.

Click. Click.

Once-ler sighed and turned back to the television, and the idiot in front of it, flipping through the channels.

"What the hell?! All they're showin' is the stupid weather!" Greed-ler shouted angrily, "If I wanted to see the weather, I'd look out a damn window!"

Click. Click. Click. Click.

Once-ler just rolled his eyes, glancing back outside as another limb fell off a nearby tree and skidded towards the street.

Click.

"Alright!" Greed-ler shouted, "That's what I'm talkin' about!"

He plopped back down on his over-sized leather couch, turning the volume back up.

Once-ler turned back. He was watching...the Food Channel? Seriously?

A big-breasted woman on the television was mixing something in a huge bowl, mostly filled with butter.

Figures...

He mindlessly watched the T.V. with little to no interest when, suddenly, it shut off, showing nothing but loud static.

"WHAT?! Oh, come on!"Greed-ler freaked, proceeding to throw things at the big television set, which did nothing. Eventually, one of the couch cushions he threw hit the power button, leaving the room in an suddenly-awkward silence.

The wind outside rattled some of the windows, and that's when everything began to go horribly wrong.

The furnace sputtered and stopped, and the lights shut off. The only light coming in through the two windows in the room, still mostly covered in frost.

Greed-ler started to throw a fit while Once-ler held his head in hands, not believing his terrible luck. Did this really have to happen now? He was trapped in the only place of oppression that was worse than his family's place. And with a tantrum-throwing moron that beat him to a pulp for fun whenever he felt bored. He shouldn't have even come by today. The weather report last night warned that this might happen. Tom Flowers had practically yelled at him, "You're gonna die if you go outside tomorrow! Don't do it, Once-ler! Don't do it!"

But did he listen? Of course not! He could be at home now, likely satisfying his brothers' boredom, or, even more likely, his mother's. They'd probably make him go outside and attempt to fix what they'd assume was a broken antenna, when it's actually a blackout...

You know what? Maybe this wasn't so bad after all!

Greed-ler stormed off to his bedroom, stomping the whole way there. Once-ler just stayed still for a mpoment, deciding whether he should follow or not. He heard a muffled noise that sounded a lot like something being broken purposefully. He sighed and stood up, making his way down the hall to Greed-ler's room. The noises got louder and louder, but just as he reached the door, the noises stopped.

Once-ler took a step back. He was most certainly treading ondangerous territory. This was Greed-ler's BEDROOM. Going in there would likely mean certain death... or something worse.

He raised a hand, deciding to knock and maybe persuade him to come out first.

He knocked on the door,

"Uhm, G-greed-ler?"

There was no reply.

He sighed heavily.

"You know, with the power out, we could try going back to working on that trig worksheet--"

"AGH! NO! Math is so frickin' stupid!"

Once-ler pinched the bridge of his nose. If he waited just a little longer, Greed-ler would suggest something himself and come back out here to do it.

It was silent. He could imagine Greed-ler just lying on his bed, staring at nothing, trying to think of something to do that doesn't require electricity.

"Wait! I got an idea!"

There it was. He heard the hurried footsteps and took another step back as the large wooden door swung open.

Greed-ler had a big smirk on his face, and Once-ler was quickly overcome with mild concern for his own well-being.

TO BE CONTINUED…

**omg i'm actually going to start posting these? people are gonna kill me i know it**

my week has just started out with a ton of homework that will likely not get done in time, due to my already-hectic schedule this week. But I have the next couple hours to relax before I need to sleep and get up early tomorrow...so...

GIMME ONCEST FICS. I need to RELAX! Please! For the sake of my sanity!

It can be any kind! Oncest, Swoncest, Steamcest, InkBow, GentlePimp, WHATEVER!

LINKS??

last night, i made a wish that people would start reblogging old onceler fanart. today, my wish has come true. <3

Yes. That's what I meant. Steamiest. ;)

so...

a few days ago, on Saturday, at work, i was accused of STEALING a guest's iPod. i was, obviously, extremely offended, seeing as I've never even given a thought to shoplifting, never watched a pirated movie, or even illegally downloaded a song. It's WRONG; it's ILLEGAL. Hence, i don't DO IT.

Anyway, i work in housekeeping, and the guy claimed that it must have been me because i was working on that floor the day before it went missing. But his mistake was that he had a Do Not Disturb sign on the door all day, so I never went into that room. Regardless, i offered to help look for it, along with a maintenance guy with a metal detector. We were searching the room when i asked the guest what kind of iPod we were looking for. because there's a significant difference between a black iPod touch and a tiny, pink iPod nano touch-thingy. i pulled out my own iPod for reference, and he pointed at it, saying that it was his. And i laughed.

obviously, i knew that it was my own iPod, but to prove my point as innocently as possible, i told him that i actually still had my proof of purchase in my purse, because i'm a packrat who doesn't throw anything away until it becomes obvious that i need to. Second, i told him that my iPod is filled with music like wizard rock, timelord rock, panem rock, veggie tales, and movie soundtracks, which i highly doubted he ever heard of, let alone listened to. and lastly, i turned on my lock screen and my home screen, to prove my final point.

I told him that unless he was as obsessed with oncest as I was, this was most certainly MY iPod, not his.

but we never did find his iPod in the room. i feel bad for the guy. he probably had some cool, easy listening music, maybe a few business apps. i bet he'll miss that iPod. or maybe not, idk...

whatever, the moral of the story is: don't accuse me of stealing because i've never stolen a freakin' thing in my LIFE. and oncest can get you out of anything, apparently.

someday, there needs to be a con just for the Once-ler fandom. and we could all cosplay as our fave ask blog-versions of the Once-ler and do funky panels and crazy crap like at any con. seriously, i want this to happen.

Yeah, I don't even know anymore. Just have some squeaky-clean Steamcest. <3

(ref in tags)

Working on some clean steamcest. Just bored today, I guess...