Subject: Mayyyyyybe~~~ ;)
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Posted on: 2019-09-19 13:33:00 UTC
but this was my first time ever writing a lemon tbh so idekkkkk if i can pull another one off!! lets say hes doing it off screen and maybe on screen if i can make it happen.......
So happy you liked it!!!!!!!
~**DW*******
We're terribly sorry about the delay since our last opening; the sudden influx of authors and fanfictions caused our servers to finally crash.
But our new servers are finally installed and are ready for action once more! As always, a category has been included for the ever-popular Protectors of the Plot Continuum fanfiction. So come one, come all, and flex your creativity muscle here at fanficWorld!
https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vSSM3JvQRVrJUZaC2nXUZZ4Hnrtar1HZuF5ExGeDCRUdX9RXSWsHx6gjztOzdc4QqhEI1bv1TZEsj/pub (some swearing, rather blatant but non-explicit sexual references)
((Real, genuine Author's Note:
I... went back and forth on whether to publish this. I mean, it's definitely bad, but I was worried it was bad in the wrong ways. That is, ways that aren't entertaining. Which would be boring. And thus defeat the point.
You guys can be the judge of that. This is pretty horrifically out of character, so hey, maybe that's worth a laugh. Maybe songfic is just inherently funny. I dunno.
--Thoth))
Hihi!! I don't know what to call this one yet, and I only just started it, but updates will happen and in the meantime, well, it's going to be awesome!! I thought I'd do something a little bit different and here it is! A romance starring Jacques and Su (and Jenni. Sorry Jenni fans, there miiiiiiight be a little bashing here...i do love her normally, but for this fic it just doesn't work for her to be nice!!)
Anyway here it is!! And if u have suggestions for a title, let me know!!
Agent Suicide was getting married.
Yeah, he was as surprised as everyone else, but hey, when a girl like Jennifer Robinson asks you to bond yourself to her, you can’t say no! It just wasn’t thinkable!
So he had his long hair braided (Jenni had insisted he color it back to what it had been vefore it turned grey, so it was now a rich brown that made him jump whenever he saw it), and he was wearing ancient Greek robes because that was the closest they could find—
And he was standing at the end of an aisle waiting for her to come in.
He looked into the audience, and saw Diocletian, his partner, was already crying. Nothing had even happened yet!
And then the music swelled and the doors opened and everyone stood up...and in swept Jenni, wearing a white, sparkling ballgown wedding dress with a long train and a beautiful veil. Her smile was sweet and triumphant. Her hand was wrapped tightly around the arm of Jacques Bonnefoy, the handsome, rakish man she’d taken up with a while back and introduced Suicide to eventually (and reluctantly). They got on amazingly well, funnily enough, and had even made it into bed together a few times, though they hadn’t been stupid enough to mention it to Jenni. It wasn’t not an open relationship, but even she had her limits, and finding out two of her guys had been going at it behind her back would have ended really badly.
But now Jenni and Su were getting married so it was going to have to stop...he felt sad about that, but pushed it aside, because really, what could they possibly do about it now?
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Please review!!! :* :* :*
~~~DW****~*
This
You
What?
Okay, Lem, deep breaths; deep, calming breaths...
You know, I remember suggesting Jacques/Jenni to you last year.
This is not what I meant.
What really blows my mind is that you know you're doing wrong and you're doing it anyway. Honestly, go and look up "free love" in the dictionary. Do you see the name "Jennifer Robinson" listed there? You should! Right behind "Luxury" and "Jacques Bonnefoy" and shortly ahead of Su.
But you know that. Gah. Just, gah! Why u do dis?
At least you didn't actually involve Nume wait that's not a suggestion stop—!!
-Lemony
(( {X D And yes, that suggestion happened!
(( On a minor note, I've actually been entertaining [and entertained by] the possibility that Su could have been a redhead—see heading 5. ^_^
(( ~Neshomeh ))
((Well, I guess I know what's going to happen to Jenni now! After all, it's not like Lemony hasn't provided ample inspiration in the past... :P
~Z))
I wrote a thing!!
"When Grace Met Jacques <3" is the story of Jacques Bonnefoy (swoon~!) and Grace Null (she's a Time Lady and shes awesome, she bartends in rudi's and so on) getting together to have a very good time *giggles* I can't believe I wrote this!!!
Anyway, here it is! Please r&r especially if you think this pairing should TOTALLY be canon at least for a bit because seriously they'd be fun together!!! Reviews are like candy to me--I love them so much! So feed your author! :)
The story: (NSFW)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yUPXD4pYWukzIiVLrkXznYUzj5HLNsZYsAoL0fnIwCE/edit?usp=sharing
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed, don't forget to tell me what you think~!!
*~~**DW****~*
You should write more oneshots of the Grace and Jacques doing it! Eheh hehheh. Is he going to do it with Su and Dio next though???
you gave me the push I needed to finally starte writing my Jacques/Su fic!!! I'll put the first chapter up in a minute, its going to be amazing!!!!
btw i read your fic and it's awesome! i love aus sooooooooo muuuuuuuuuuch even if i do't walways write them myself!! And if you want someone else to maybe try to write the next scene......maybe I could give it a go? it could be good practice for my new fic (eventually ;)) and i think it'd be fun and I can always do a fade to black if it's too much!! What do you think~??
~~~DW%****~
I love love love love your work it's so good aaaa! If you want to do a cowrite with me Id ttly be down for that! <3
And yay yay I can't wait to see the new fic!!!
but this was my first time ever writing a lemon tbh so idekkkkk if i can pull another one off!! lets say hes doing it off screen and maybe on screen if i can make it happen.......
So happy you liked it!!!!!!!
~**DW*******
Disclaimer: I own Chelsea and Lemon and NOTHING ELSE!!!!
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Chapter 1:
It was a dreadfully boring day. Lemon the rat, in her cleaning witch outfit, was sweeping the floor, dusting the crevices, and cleaning the bathtub. As she swept the floor, her broom bumped into a pink, big-eyed squid.
“Chelsea,” asked the rat in a warning tone. “What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” replied the squid.
Expecting an answer, Lemon said nothing, but neither did Chelsea. Finally, she asked, “Being an obstacle?”
“I’m lying on the ground!” Chelsea then rapidly shifted between her squid form and humanoid form, making blopblopblopblopblop sounds from doing so.
The rat facepalmed. “Why, though?”
The squid finally stopped rapidly shifting and stayed in her squid form. “Because.”
“Because why?”
“Because because.”
Oh, we are so not doing this now. “Chelsea, get up before I sweep you out.”
The squid, still lying on the floor, somehow spun like a spinning bottle on the floor. “Make meeeeeeeeeeee!”
The rat then proceeded to chase the squid, somehow without success. The squid slithered around the floor faster than the rat’s broom could touch her.
Then, with a whistle, the rat’s shadow clones, one holding a duster, the other holder a towel, stopped their chores to assist her.
As the rat and her clones chased the slippery squid, the squid laughed.
“I’m not ranked XX for nothing!!!!!” proclaimed the squid, finding a good moment to rapidly shift between the forms.
The rat and her clones, after politely waiting for the blopping to end, surrounded the squid, but before they could grab her, the squid puffed up and flew into the air like a bottle rocket, over the rats, over the ceiling, before landing just before the door.
“Byesy!” the squid cheerfully greeted before slithering out the door into the hallways.
“Humph,” Lemon humphed. “Fine. At least you’re out of the—” The rat suddenly sniffed the air. Ink.
Much like that of a bottle rocket, Chelsea had left a trail of pink ink, which landed on the floor with a line leading to the door.
“HUMPH,” Lemon humphed again. She snapped her fingers to summon her shadow clones, both of which went poof, then reappeared slightly closer to her. “FINE.”
Then the rats proceeded to clean the dread (p)ink stain with loaves of bread.
To be continued…?
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I own Chelsea and Lemon and NOTHING ELSE!!!!
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Revenge of the Lemon
One sleepy night, Lemon was stewing in bed. That awful Chelsea, being that awful obstacle and making thay awful mess and making her waste such precious bread. The dammed squid even told her that the awful ink would vanish if you wait a few minutes! The nerve of that squid, thinking she could absolve responsibility of her actions! But now, Lemon is thinking of a plan, and it will be very sweet… FOR HER THAT IS!!! DUN DUN DUN!!!!
000ooo000 SPOOPY 000ooo000
One day, a beutiful Inkling girl slept like a princess on the couch. Her long beuatiful pink tentacle hair was opalescent like a pearl, but also still pink.
She wore what would be considered the freshest gear of Inkopolis and it also doubled as pajames. They were so beautiful that it cannot be described by mortal mean.s Who knew that such a gracfeul and beautiful squid girl was the very same Chelsea that made that awful pink stain on the floor.
A pale, yet equally beautiful rat girl loomed over the gracefully sleeping figure. She held a homemade lemon curd pie on one hand. “I will have my revenge.” She threw the pie but the sleeping squid did not get hit because she vanished!
“Hahaha what was that?” said a mocking voice from behind.
Lemon turned around to find that same beautigful squid girl looking at her with dazzling emerald eyes and Such a beautiful yet a mocking cruel smile.
“lolol nice try” The beautiful squid then rapidly shifted between the forms to make a blopping sound and rose from the ground and went through the ceiling.
“HOW???” bellowed the rat Lemon.
“I hacked the game that’s how”. the squid girl answered from behind the rat.
Then Lemon threw a pie at the squid but the squid hacked the game and the pie went poof before it could hit the beutigul squid’s face. Then Lemon thrw some morea pies and they all missed. Then Lemon threw a pie laser and even that couldn’yt hit her.
“HAHAHAhahaha foolish mortal cant even aimmmmmm” lolled Chelsea.
“But you are mortal” countered Lemon.
“I hacked the game, that makes me not mortal lol”
“RRRHUMMPHHH” the rat humphed bfore throwing a pie on the floor. How can the rat give the awful squid her just desserts now???
“Awww whats the matter [ERROR: TRANSLATION NOT FOUND]?” asked the squid.
“wat”
“[ERROR: TANSLATION NOT DOUNF]?”
“what”
“[EROR: TANSFGSTE—]” then Chelsea threw her translation device on the floor. “Woomy manmenmi squimememe—”
Then a pie crashed into Chelsea’s divine face as she tried to gracefully fiddle with her translator.
“GASPPP” gasped the rat. “I WON! I HAVE MY REVENGE!!!!”
“Nooooo” exclaimed the Inkling
To be continued…?
AN: Oh yes. It's back. Here's the start of the Chronicles, for your many and doubtless latexy sins.
Disclaimer goes here, dat claimer goes somewhere else: I do not own any of the intellectual property represented herein. Since last I updated this fic, I have come to own actual property instead. A pee-soaked cardboard box in a back alley in Minsk counts, right?
Content Warning: This fic is rated Mature, or 18 in civilised countries. If you're younger than that, don't read it. There's plenty more out there for you. Christ knows there's a paucity of stuff on this hellsite that could ever be called Mature with a straight face...
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Ve vould like to be tellink you zat it vas beink ein good mornink for zer famous und notorious Doktor Trollenfisch; zer kind of morning zat vould lead, after zer rain had gone, into beink ein bright, bright, bright, sunshiney day. Alas, zat ist not beink somezink zat zer Doktor und his Interlockenpolyculen vas beink in ein position to ascertain. Zis vas beink, in point of fact, just about zer only remainink position of vhich zey had no knowledge. It had been ein lonk time in zer Responsezentrum.
Zis vas of no great concern, however, to zer indefatigable spirit und eqwally indefatigable stamina of zer good Doktor und zer ever-expandink circle of boingtacular-chested HQties zat formed his Interlockenpolyculen. At present, zeir ranks vere comprised of zer Aviator, Luxury, Ix, Charlotte, und Nurse Robinson, und zey vere marked as beink such by zer pink leatherette collars zey all wore zat vere decorated vizz zer Doktor's own pointy qwills. Zer collars vere, generally speakink, all zat zey could be relied upon to be wearink at any given moment (vizz zer possible exception of zer shiny latex catsuits vizz conveniently placed holes).
Zer group vas loungink artfully in zer communal paddling pool full of orange jelly, as vas zeir collective wont for reasons zey vere not qwite understandink until zey read zer script for zis garbage, vhen zere vas ein loud crash outside zer door! Zis loud crashink und smashink roused Doktor Trollenfisch from his slumber, und he flopped over zer prone, gooey, latex-clad bodies of his inexplicably large number of partners in intercourse and took a look outside into zer hallvay.
"Liebe Arceus!" Zer Doktor cried, startling und vaking zer rest of zer Interlockenpolyculen. "Vhat is happenink out here? It ist lookink like ein varzone, only vizz less blood und more splishy-sploshy gelatinous foodstuffs!" He thought for ein moment. "Actually, about zer same amount of splishy-sploshy gelatinous foodstuffs. It's been ein bit of an odd veek."
"Veek?" said zer person outside holding ein complicated-looking rifle of zome design or other. "Vhat are you talking about? Zis RC has been under permanent lockdown for two years! Ve haven't been able to get in! Nobody has! How are none of you not dead from starvation or exhaustion or jiggular asphyxiation? Und vhy am I speakink in zis preposterous accent?"
"Ja, er, I find it best not to be qwestionink zat last bit, it is only causink zer upset und strife. Anyvay," zer Doktor continued at speed, "vhat ist beink your name, meine kleine Futuristichbüchsemädchen?"
Zer woman - und vhat a vomanly voman she vas beink! - stood to rigid attention in vays zat caused Doktor Trollenfisch's eye to be drawn vizz eqwal military precision to her tonking great turbo-twinset. "I am beink Sqwadron Leader Agamemnon Vymbourne of zer Protectors of zer Pneumatic Continuum! Ve fight for zer right of all sentient beings in zer Vord Vorlds to life, liberty, und zer pursuit of ein set of truly vast funbags to crowbar into ein qwite insufficient amount of latex corsetry. Or somezink like zat anyvay."
"Agamemnon?" asked Luxury, zer first to get to her feet (Ix und Charlotte might vell have beaten her to it, but zey slipped on a soapy item of unlikely insertability und landed on each other). "I am not vishink to be rude or closed-minded, but zat ist ein male name, ja?"
"Ja, vell, I prefer Aggie, but zer other girls here are beink such sticklers for formality. Plus it's just how zis place vorks. Get hit on zer head, vake up here, check mirror, find out you are beink ein girl vizz zer most fulsome und sumptuous enormobazoongas. All part of zer service, ja?" Aggie favoured Luxury vizz ein vink zat promised zer kind of in-depth bedroom activity zat vas still beink illegal in Albania despite zer ongoink appeals vizz zer nation's Supreme Conjugal Veirdness Court.
"So, vait ein minute," piped up Jenni from zer paddling pool, "zis place appeared spontaneously after ein serious head injury?"
"Alvays vizz zer tone of surprise," mumbled Doktor Trollenfisch. "But alas," he continued, directink his attention to Aggie, "I must be bearink zer bad news, meine kleine Griechenheldenmädchen. Ve are beink members of zer Protectors of zer Plot Continuum, und ve are not beink natives of zis noble universe. Indeed, I am not knowink how zis came to pass at all!"
"Ah," said ein very sheepish-soundink Aviator. "I am thinkink zat zis might be beink eeeeever zo slightly mein fault." She stood up, a motion vhich meant her delectable melon harvest drew Aggie's gaze for several minutes. "Mein Doktor, are you rememberink vhen ve vere doink zer Vibblyvobblycanoodlywoodlymachen? Vizz zer trombone full of helium und zer techniques zat reqwire zer comprehensive knowledge of Renaissance architecture?"
"Ah, meine kleine FlugzeugundTARDISmädchen, like it vas only yesterday! Oh, zose halcyon days of long ago!"
"Ja, vell, it vaz only yesterday. I am thinkink anyvay. It vas only about nine hours ago. Mein vorkink hypothesis ist beink as follows: one of zer greasy frogs got stuck in zer helmic regulator of mein TARDIS. Again."
"Ah!" Aggie cried, to zer amazement of zer Interlockenpolyculen. "Zer presence of zer oleaginous amphibian vill be causink zer multiversal bleedthrough! Mein former partner und I vere havink ein broadly similar problem vizz her TARDIS. Zat must be vhat vas bringink you all here! I can fix zat!"
"Vell zhen, jawohl!" said zer Doktor. "Please be comink into zer Responsezentrum und fixink zer TARDIS, meine kleine Griechenheldenmädchen! Glory und sqweaky rubber und rubber-adjacent substances avaits!"
Aggie trotted inside und made for zer TARDIS, chest heavink und latex Bristols-harness creakink vizz zer superhuman effort of containink her chesticular magnificence. However, zer Aviator stopped Aggie from enterink vizz ein outstretched hand, vhich managed to land gracefully atop Aggie's thundermelons qwite by coincidence.
"Now just you be vaitink ein minute, Aggie! Zis ist ein TARDIS! Mein TARDIS! She ist ein living und feelink thing, to zer point vhere she might end up joinink in zis ridiculousness at some point if zer Doktor ist wishink reeeeeeally hard. If you und I are goink to be performink zer repairs, you must be doink everythink I say."
"Of course, mein Time Lady."
"No matter how strange it might initially be seemink."
"Of course, mein Time Lady."
"Or how many improbably-lodged Rice Krispie cakes it might entail."
"Of course, mein Time Lady."
"Echt klasse! I've alvays vanted to do one of zose," zer Aviator replied. "Everyone, please be gettink in zer TARDIS! Let's get down to business!"
Und get down to business zey did! Indeed, zer Hundefeatendowntobusinessgetten vas zeir first point of call upon ein journey of discovery und peculiar multiversal transit methods! Next vas zer Wombenbroomencobwebchecken, for vhat else could be zer follow-up to such ein strenuous and ketchup-intensive activity? But zey saved zeir energy und skill at universal translocation for zer grand finale, zer Pokenstokenhottenbeefinjectenmachen, vhich vas made all zer easier und sweeter due to zer plethora of spark plugs from zer motors of 1954 Morris Travellers vhich zer good Doktor had been collectink for zis very purpose.
It vas vizz ein enormous bang (vhich vent on for about four days) zat zer Responsezentrum und attendant time machine reappeared in its home universe. Zere vas much rejoicink amongst zer Interlockenpolyculen, vhich now included Aggie as spending zer duration of ein temporal anomaly experiencink all zat life vizz zer Doktor had to offer vas conducive to ein positive bondink experience. Zer Doktor opened zer front door vizz ein well-aimed qwill und breathed in zer familiar corridor air of home.
Vhat can ein good und noble Trollenfisch say vhen he ist arrivink in his own universe again? Vhen he knows vhere to hang his hat und hunt his slipper? Vhat else?
"Echt klasse!"
TO BE BEINK CONTINUDE!
Indisputably the best thing on this website. I tip my hat to you, good sir-and-or-madam. I don't even mind that it's now full of orange jelly, slowly dripping down my face, and into my collar, and... hnh. That's how good this series is. ;)
-Lemony
I like the fourth wall humor in this installment, adds another layer to the whole setup. Also, mad props to the Doktor for convincing a married couple to join his harem XD
NSFW LINK: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1IduiW9y-KRkPaklzYPQmVww7GAUkfFop5mA1p0P8IwI/edit?usp=sharing
Please read and review! Flames will be used to keep my tea warm~ laso I wrote this at night so cut me a little slack please~
Fonts I love them!!! So many different fonts!!! The only thing I like better is when every single character has dialogue in a different font!!! I'm totally going to use all those fonts!!! I wish I could use those fonts in these posts!!!
Not sure why the song was in there though
NSFW LINK: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vfPeIIoASS18UktVXMO9VrjiFoPuRAD3PgQspD9Q9V4/edit?usp=sharing
((((Author's notes will be indicated by 4 parenthesis))))
Author's note: I blame daQU33Noffemslash. Also, this isn't the admin who sends out the announcements, but the one who gets rid of troll posts and spambots. Just thought I should clear that up right away.
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In a small office somewhere in Headquarters, a trenchcoat-wearing figure sat bathed in the blue glow of three widescreen computer monitors. The center monitor displayed a list of all the verified Posting Board users, color-coded by status (active, inactive, retired, banned, minis). The left-hand monitor had the source code for the Board itself, a string containing at least three programming languages and an absurd amount of angle brackets.
The right-hand monitor had search results for "how to archive a message board," because even administrators need a reminder once in a while.
The Nameless Admin sighed wearily, covering their face with a white-gloved hand. "Bram again? Some people just don't know when to quit." They blocked the offending IP, flagged the post for deletion, and double-checked the user list to confirm that Bram's entry included her most common aliases, which it did.
"Nassssty, stubborn user, oh yes," hissed a voice from somewhere in the Admin's midsection. "Mafoy will teach them pain. Tie them up and roast them like fishies and--YEOW!"
"You know we can't hurt users in real life," the Admin hissed back. A single hairy spider leg poked out from under the trenchcoat's collar, turned it down slightly, and poked back in again. "Not unless they comes to HFA first."
A more pained hiss came from the Admin's legs. "Wants a break. Mafoy and Parfait heavy. Can't hold them up forever, no precious."
It was just as well; the Admin's eyes were starting to hurt from the low lighting and computer glare. "Very well. Eggses break!"
The trenchcoat opened and fell backwards onto the swivel chair. Mafoy, Parfait, and Lopin wriggled their legs in relief. It was surprisingly hard work, pretending to be a human when all you had for company was...well, yourself.
Thissss is slanderous, precious, and entirely false tricksiness. And I'm going to need you to tell us everything you know. now.
It was actually gonna be three mini-Balrogs in a trench coat, but then I remembered that mini-Balrogs can’t talk.
Or any Master of the Bazaar really
Or all of them
Maybe throw Hastur in there for fun or something
- Tomash
I hear Mr. Iron is very good with his hands.
/All The Phony People plays in the background.
morten son of martin the warrior
a/n: i love redwall and wished i owned it. your prob not evan cool enoug to no what redwall evan is. sticks tongue out. its a obscur fantasy series about mice for kids butt its super dark and epic so its ok for a 15 year old to like and written by brian jacks rip. morten is my oc do not steal. REDWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
morten wuz martin the warriors son. he had his fathers sord and was the mightiest mouse at redwall. everytime he said redwall he woul say REDWAAAAAAAAALL and his friends would laugh but if you herd it and you was his enema you would die shortly imedietly. but it wasnt all sunshin and daisys for morten. his father had to raise him in secret cuz his mother was actually a cat (a/n: there where ratweasels in one of the books so it can happen). he was beaten up by bullies of redwall but then he killed him and people wanted him to die but then the a bot (not sure who this a bot is yet) sad 'no its' not our way" and he was forgiven and then an evil rate named Clooney the second sourged came. but then morten held a lift martins (his father) sord and beaten back CLooney. Now Clooney is back but as a bat(man, this story is gonna be epiiiiiic) and now morten must face donw his old menesis.
end, chap 1
a\n: wait for my chaprters! this is all i could get out before church. love yal and rememeber for REDWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL
This is PPC fanfic, not Redwall. You've marked it as the former, for some reason (unless Morten is going to become an agent or run into some later?)
Also, uh, you might want to turn on your spellcheck. It'll help make your story easier to follow!
~A_u*
My first fanfic I've posted here poease be nice no falmes read and reveiw
“I’m bored,” said Kat, “I’m going out.”
Edward and Mira sat on the sofa, both reading different harry potter books.
“Isn’t anyone going to say goodbye?”
“no,” replied Edward.
2Oh, said kit, “I’ll say it then. Bye.” She walked to the door leaving award and Mira alone together.
Fore a long while that as at in silence, both too absorbed int heir books to talk to each other, until finally Edward looked up.
“So,” he said, “tell me about yourself.”
“There isn’t much to tell,” said Mira, “I fell through a plothole and now I’m here.”
“Come on,” Edward said, “surely someone as pretty as you must haa a more exciting story than that.”
Mira blushed and turned d scarlet. “Thank you for the compliment,” she said, “but I’m really that pretty. You, on the other hand, you’0t so handsome – “
“Stop,” screamed Edward, “your embarrassing me!”
The moved closer to each other and were about to kiss when the door swung open…………………………………………
MWA HA HA HA HA! CLIFFHANGER! I WONT POST HTE NEXT CHAPTER UNLESS YOU REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!111111111111
(I apologise to my agents for this mutilation.)
So i'n sorry thais chapter is so shrot but I didn't want to keep you guys waiting too long for an updated, here it is, I hope you like it!
Kat stood int eh open doorway, is wide with shock. “What the hell are you redoing “she asked gingerly.
Edward and Mira heartily puled away tromp each other rand pretend to be absorbed int heir books but Kat could she what they’ [d been up to. “Has vet u keen kissing?” she said.
“No,” Edward replied, “why would I do that, I barely know her.”
Mira looked resentful at this, but she could see Edward was lying because he didn’t want his sitter to see that she was actually capable of being nice and having feelings.
“God,” said Kat, “I hope not.”
“Why to all ymbrynes have to be so Victorian? “Asked Edward. “This is the twenty-first century; I can ski a girl of I want toll. Not the cat I did, of course.”
“Relay,” said Kat sarcasticly (A/N did I spell that write)
“Yes!” said Edward. “Really!”
Plesae revad and review!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111111!!!!!!!!!
WHat a good love story! I cnaoht wait to se e the sMira and Edrward fall in love!! About time Eddcard openined up to some1!
oooooh, their sooooo cuuuute! X3 <3333333i really want them to kss and cudlle alot now
(...ow, my sense of good taste)
\there weill definitely be ltos of kissing and cuyddling but the next aupate might be a while becsuse I have wtiters block and cant think twhat shoud,l happen enext :(
(So apparently I'm good at making typos when I type quickly enough.)
Summary: Ix teaches Charlie a few things about being a wolf. Ix/Charlie. PWP.
Rating: M
Here's my new fic, enjoy!
You can really see the depth of the relationship Ix and Charlie have with each other! I also liked the transformation sequence; I know Ix normally has a hard time with the moon, so it's nice to see them let their hair down and their fur out once in a while :-).
Hey, guys! I'm so very sorry that I haven't been able to post this latest story for a year now, but I had to wait for the right time and the time is now! New readers, you'll have to read the previous pieces of the Ilraen's Vacation saga from last year's Games, but it shouldn't take you too long.
NSFW link: Ilraen's Vacation Finale
As usual, I am both impressed with your moments of lucidity and disappointed with the way you continue to ruin it with absurd and unsexy nonsense. Also, look: Flowerslash is seriously advanced stuff. *I* would hesitate to attempt it. You simply exceeded your depth, and it shows.
Still, kudos for sheer brazen gonads. Better luck next time!
-Lemony
I have no clue where you get off thinking that you could ever escape justice for the dirty deeds that stain your soul, but you're wrong. The Christian K.N. Inquisition will find you! They'll find you! And then you'll be the sorriest person alive!
I welcome all criticisms and ideas! I know I can be a little enthusiastic when it comes to showing how different characters can show their affection for each other, but I stand by it. Love conquers all, in the end!
Purity and goodness conquer all. In the end, that is why the Christian K.N. Inquisition will succeed in the end.
I refuse to associate with unrepentant sinners. Thank you for your time, especially since you have so little of it left.
- Samaritian The Good Christian
Or do you perhaps refer to the heteronormative virginity worship of the patriarchy which is brought about in large part by the collective fragility of the masculine ego when faced with the prospect of Their Woman choosing to be with someone who Is Not Them? Is that what you consider purity to be, Sammy? Is that your goodness? The chattel slavery of women? Being barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen, that's your goodness and your goal?
Die mad about it, fartgargler, you're a waste of a good stork's wingbeats.
I absolutely loooove your fics you know! You should write one with Nume with a harem next! <3
Alice The Horse was walking through ppc hq (on to legs!!1!) and was flying around hq becase he can wen he fell down a rabbit hoke! He fell dow n and hit the walls a lot and smashed into the floor with a big CRUNCH!1!!!!1!!
Alice said "is where am i and made a sad horse noise.
He then say a cake that said "ate me ' and a sippy cup that said "drunk me* So he did and he got SUPeR SmOL!!1
Alice saw a tinny hole and said "let's a go Wahoo' and goed threw! The alice said 'whera em i ' cause he were in WONDERLAMD!!!!!!!!!!1;!!!!!!
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AUTHOR NOTE:dis is my first fanfic of the PCC plz love and reveiw and rate 5stars!!1!! No flames please im only 8!!!1! I wiil make chapter 2if I get enough loves!!;!1!!
Alright guys this is my second fan fic and this time i took some advice and took some advice and let my 11 year old brother do some proofreading! I would have let my 16 year sister proofread but she was in the hospital!!!
Alice the horse was walking throuhg a big forest of mushrooms and flowers and then one of the roses grew a face and said "KISS ME LOVE"!! "ew no' said alice before running. How do i get bigger again? alice wondered.
Then a fat worm with a hooky pipe in its face said "i can help you just eat that mushroom" and pointed toward a big red mushroom.
Alide troted over and took a bite of the mushroom and suddenly her world got a woozy. "ThAt wAsN't ThE rIgHt MuShRoOm!!1!!" Said alice before falling over.
When alic ewoke up she was stilll sideways on the floor. The worm was laughing. "HAhoho you FELL for that NAGGER'
"hey thats recist' Alice said before lighting him on fire.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed the worm before exploding into a pile of fat, hooky and chiken mcnuggets.
"Well, what now?" Alice mumbled to herself.
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Thank you for thr reveiws!!! I will keep trying to do this and mek it as fun as i can for you!!!11!
Or someobyd hott lyk Illian. IDK who alic even is? Iz this a PPC fic??? The Flowers don't seem lyk PPC Flowers. Where's the OS???
I guess itz cre8tiv, tho u shuld take out the drucs and racism and stuff cuz thats gross and they don'[t do taht in HQ.
LOL at chicekn McNuggets!
XOXOX
I luve the random capitalization for emphaziz and the parenthesis reealy clears things up!
Write more plz!!!
Don't you need to be 13 or older for a FanficWorld account? That aside...look, I'll be honest; this story's kind of a mess. You get points for focusing on Alice the horse to begin with since people don't seem to do that a lot, and some for the punny name and concept, but so far this just looks like a super-short version of the original except with a horse.
Which could also work! Lord knows there are plenty of talking animals around Wonderland. Just...just try to spell things better next time, all right?
Verdict: 2.5 painted rose bushes out of 5.
The night was dark. Chenille walked sneakilythrough the spooky trees towards the cabin he knew people were in. Dumb teenage girls who did not know he was there.
He got there the lock was locked but he had a special key that nobody knew he had and unlocked the door There was a many gasp from the girl but chenille just smiled and put a finger up in a shooshmotion and they stayed quiet in feer as he shut the dokr and locjed it again.
"None of you are allowed to talk,"He whispered huskily as he pulled out a knife.
"No! one of the girls yelled, movjng in front of them with her arms out to protect them. "I will protect my friends!!1!!!"shesaid.
Chenille gasped! She was so pretty, with shoulder length pure white hair and silver eyes that shimmered. She was wearing a dark hoodie with purple patternsand gold trim, and had on steal toes boots and jeans.
"Whats you're name,"? He asked.
"Merula" she stated.
He couldnt kill her, she was too beautiful and defiant.
Chenille left by unlocking the dokr and leaving, ruby eyes ablaze with feelings he had not felt before. He would find her again.
End Chapter
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A/N Hey there! Thia is my first fic comment plz! Flamez will be used to roast smores!
Chenille is just misundetstkod, he's so hawt and actually super nice he just had a bad childhood. Merula will fix him, dont worry!
~Merula's POV~
Merula was so scaryed of the man that broke into their cabin. Sh was terrified but she had to act and protect her frkends even tho she was powerless she still had to try.she jumped up in front of them and looked at the man in the eye and said" No!! I will protect my friends,"
His eyes were mesmerizing.. . they were a deep ruby anr so sad, like they were crying out for help! Merula almost wanted to cry for him. But… She COULDN'T.
"What i your naem? He asked.
"Mweula", ahe stated confidently. She wasso scaryed she almost didn't!
But then he left by unlocking the door and ran off to th edark night. Merula ran after him and saw….. …….. ……...…… … …..
He transfromed into a taguel!!!!111!!1!!! .
No way it couldn'tbe, merula tought. But it was and she was so sad for him he must have been a monster!
But was hereally a monster or did he just think he was one?
End of chapter
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A/N thank sso much to a freind for an idea for this!! Flams go intò a fire xDDDD
I want to know if Mweula (sounds spanish) turns Chinille good!
Also I still don't understand this setup in the slightest. What are taguels and why do they target young women in cabins? What makes Merula decide what's-his-name struggles with being a monster and needs redemption love someone to feel bad for him? She's literally never seen this dude before, he just broke into their cabin, and she outright admits she's also scared of him!
(Yeah I know his name's Chenille, I just don't care.)
Also what's Chenille's issue? Is he a vampire? Hunterheart Changeling (look it up, it's cool)? Refugee from a generic slasher movie? I suppose some of that'll get answered next time, but I like knowing what I'm in for right from the start.
I really like it when characters "meet cute," and what's cuter than this? Chenille sounds adorable inside and I'm sure he'll learn to stop unlocking random cabins as this romance blooms.
I think you might want to work on your punctuation and grammar, though; there are a few missing spaces and confusing punctuation ("Whats you're name,"?). I'm anxiously awaiting your next update!
Zeb was a luxury, which is a kind of pokemon. He was also a wizard, which is a kind of magician. He usually looked like a blue lion with yellow eyes but right now his favorite shapeshifting form was a human with grey hair and yellow eyes.He was wearing a black leather jacket with silver zippers, a blue and yellow stripe shirt, black skinny jeans and tall black doc martins. His underwear was silk black boxer briefs that pressed tightly against his skinny jeans.
He sat in a coffee shop sipping a caramel doubleshot mocha with whipped cream. Zeb loved sweet things, he had a big sweet tooth, he never knew when to stop with the sugar but luckily his metabolism was so fast he never got fat. He had a sexy scar over his right eye and a torn ear from the pokemon fights he used to get into as a cub. His hair was dark grey and spiked up all over and looked like an anime.
Zeb sat in a coffee shop with his drink eyes narrowed as he read his book, which was a novelization called Eragon. Zeb loved the movie and the book was a mostly faithful retelling of it but it changed some stuff that he wasn't sure how much he liked but it was still really good.
A nother young man slid into the booth across from him and Zeb looked up and felt his heart began to beet faster.
"Hey there," the man said and held out a hand. "Jacques Bonnefoy."
Zeb felt his face heat up as he returned the handshake "Zeb Luxry it's nice to meet you"
"*Very* nice to meet you" Jacques said and smiled. "Ive noticed you come in here every week and finally worked up the nerve to say hello."
"Hello."
"Hello."
They giggled.
"So you come here a lot then?" Zeb asked thinking that now he thought about it Jacques looked rather familiar.
"I come in here before work" Jacques said nodding. "I'm an actor singer, I work at the theater across the street" he pointed to the Bradway theater and Zeb gasped.
A/N: so I can't get over how cute Zecques is in cannon so i had to write this coffee shop AU!! R&R and remember flames will be used to make toesties! <3 <3 <3 peace!
I can say there's def gonna be some IMPLIED smut!! *wink wink*
Jacques 3rd person POV
Jacques Bonnefoy was a highly prolific Broadway actor who perfomred in Hamilton as Hamilton and Wicket as Fiero and Phantom of the Opera as the Phantom. He was so good at his job he could do three performances a year.
Right now he was wearing a dark blue blazer a white v-neck t-shirt and black slacks and black polish dress shoes his socks were the only fun part of his outfit they were neon pink leopard print with little microphones which showed off how fun he really was. His underwear was tight sparkly briefs that emphasized his man package and his blonde-highlighted hair flopped nicely in his eyes making him look like a proper bad boy.
He was on top of the world with his carreer and women and boys too were lining up to kiss him and he was making literally millions of dollar a yearbut something in him seemed to be missing, something more meaningful than the yats and the supermodels and the diamond-garnished wines. No, what Jacques wanted was True Love.
He had been watching the boy for some time now whwnever he came into the theater before he'd grab some coffee and see the cute boy in the leather coat that never seemed to notice him despite how famous he was he had papparazzi chasing him down the street. No, he was always too enamord in his books and that peaked Jacque's curiosity.
So Jacques ordered his usual chai mocha green earl bubble tea and sat across from Zeb the boy and introduced himself. They shook hands and gigled and Jacques felt his heart fill to burst. This one was the one, he just knew it.
"Do you have anything going on today?" he asked and Zeb shook his head.
"I'm sort of freelance so I take jobs as they come in"
"Want to come watch me rehearse?" Jacques asked. Zeb nodded.
"Sue I guess." he said and got up and Jacques got up holding out his arm and Zeb took it and together they walked across the street to the theater for Hamilton.
A/N: WOW ok I thought I'd be getting better reviews than nothing but whatever I'm not writing this for you I'm writing this for ME! R&R anyway because it's the NICE THING TO DO OKAY?
Zeb 3rd person POV
Zeb went with Jacques staring at his butt the whole way encased in well fitted trousers. Damn, but he was fit. Like a marble carved statue of a Greek god.
They went into the theater backstage and Zeb got to sit in the front row of the best seats in the house to watch as the dancers came out for Hamilton.
"Unfortunately Eliza's actress and understudy are both out with the flu today" the director said checking his clipboard. "So Jacques could you fill in for us while we go over Helpless?"
Jacques glanced at Zeb in the seats and his smile softened widened. "I would love to," he said and the dancers got into positions.
Ohh, I do I do I do I Dooo! Hey!
Ohh, I do I do I do I Dooo! Boy, you got me
Helpless!
Look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit I'm
helpless!
Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em
Jacques' voice was rich and beautiful and left Zeb feeling goosebumps. Jacques definitely deserved all the awards he'd gotten he was so incredible it was like an angel come down to earth singing just to him.
Jacques began dancing and his body moved like magic as it ululated across the stage.
I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight.
We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night
laughin' at my sister as she's dazzling the room
then you walked in and my heart went
"Boom!"
Tryin' to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom
everybody's dancin' and the band's top volume.
Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine.
Grab my sister, and whisper
"Yo, this one's mine."
Zeb pressed his hands to his mouth feeling his heart like it was about to burst. Jacques flowed like water up on the stage, gliding about it like wheels were on his feet he was such a fantastic dancer. Jacques spun and blew a kiss to Zeb who felt like he was going to faint at the image.
My sister made her way across the room to you (Oooh)
and I got nervous, thinking
"What's she gonna do?" (Oooh)
She grabs you by the arm, I'm thinkin'
"I'm through" (Oooh)
Then you look back at me and suddenly I'm
Helpless!
Look into your eyes, (Oh, look at those eyes, )
And the sky's the limit (Oh!)
I'm helpless, (I know)
Down for the count
And I'm drownin' in 'em.
I'm helpless! (I'm so into you, )
Look into your eyes, (I am so.)
And the sky's the limit (into you.)
I'm helpless!
Jacques 3rd person POV
Jacques was in his element singing and dancing on the stage and though he was used to performing for huge crowds each night this time was different, special. He wanted to impress just the one person and the one person was out there in the audience watching with big shining eyes and Jacques just wanted to scoop him up and kiss him tight.
There was just something about Zeb's mysterious charm and shyness that made Jacques feel like this one was special out of all the others he'd ever loved before. Zeb wouldn't use him for his fame and then leave. No, Zeb was here forever, and Jacques wanted nothing more but to make him feel special. So he sang and danced his heart out trying to woo over this stranger he'd seen come to the coffee shop so many times before with his quiet catlike grace.
Jacques didn't know much in life but he did know this: Zeb was the one until the end and he'd make sure that they were together forever.
So he sang and danced iinto the night and approached Zeb after it was all over.
"So" he said smiling as he leaned against the wall near the entrance "What did you think?"
A/N: Cliffie!! Muahahaha! Remember to R&R my lovelies <3 <3 <3
Zeb 3rd person POV
Zeb felt his breath catch and he stood up in the seats as Jacques approached hands pressed over his mouth.
"That... was....... amAZING!" He gasped and gripped Jacques' arms when he got closer. "How long have you been siging?"
"Since I was a child" Jacques said. "I think anyone can sing though if they try."
Zeb opened his mouth and perfectly copied everything he'd seen on the stage, his voice like soft bells spreading over buttered toast. Jacques watched him sing entranced and finally shook himself out of it all when Zeb finally closed his mouth
"Wow," Jacques said breathlessly. "You're good enough to be on brodway you know."
Zeb's eyes went widened. "Really??"
"Really," Jacques said in earnest. "You have a gorgeous voice. To match your gorgeous face" he added winking and Zeb blushed.
"Not as great as you" Zeb said and Jacques laughed.
"I think you're good enough to coach *me*" he said putting a hand on Zeb's shoulder. "What do you think you could come back to my place and give me a private lesson tonight"
Zeb blushed furiously at the gentle touch on his shoulder and he nodded tying to ignore how his stomach flipflopped at Jacques' touch. "I would love to!"
Jacques 3rd person POV
Jacques looked around as Zeb opened the door to the apartment and took of his shoes. "Nice place" he said and it was, the room was painted grey-blue and the floors were polished oak floors with tasteful soft furniture a comfortable sofa the same color as Zeb's hair and a scrubbed wooden table with wooden chairs with dull yellow cushions. It was cozy and denlike and a lot more homey then Jacque's stark modern flat with it's blacks and greys and whites.
Zeb blushed in embarrassement and smiled hanging up his leather coat to show of his lean muscled arms under the dark skin. "Thanks" he said "I try to keep it tidy even if I don't have people over too much"
"Why's that?" Jacques asked hanging up his own coat and Zeb's breath coaght because Jacques arms were so muscular and rippling with manliness and testosterone Zeb thought his Luxray senses would be overwhelmed with how desirable Jacques was.
Zeb shrugged "I have a friend whose a pilot and she and her daugher my niece aren't around too much" he said. "It gets lonely inbetween though."
Jacques sat on his sofa while Zeb brought them gin and tonics. He took his drink and sipped. "I hope I can come by more then."
Zeb blushed under his nut brown skin and sighed. "I hope you can too" he said and quickly added "but only if you want to!"
Jacques laughed and leaned foreward putting a hand on Zeb's leg. "I think I can't think of anything I'd rather do," he said and they pressed their mouths together kissing hot and wet and sweet hands tangling in eachothers hair as Jacques leaned forward his weight pressing down on Zeb and the two of them fell backwards onto the sofa drinks forgotten as Jacques claimed the pokemons in his mouth.
A/n: omg so they finally kissed!!! Thank you so much everyone who keeps leaving reviews you are what keep me writing!!! Next chappie comes faster with more reviews wink nudge wink wink ;) <3
Zeb 3rd person POV
Jacques kisses tasted like brandy and spices and all manor of delicious intoxicating tastes. Zeb groaned and stretched his tongue into Jacques' mouth trying to taste every last bit of him, tongues battling for dominance as they wrestled with passion in their mouths.
"Arceus" Zeb gasped when they finally broke apart for air.
"What's that?" Jacques asked.
"Nothing" Zeb said and they doved back into the kisses as Jacques pressed himself against Zeb on the sofa his warm weight trapping Zeb but making him feel more safe and free then he'd ever had in his entire life.
"We were kissing and you said Aerceus?" Jacques said and was quickly silenced with another kiss.
"It doesn't mean anything it's just an expression" Zeb said quickly panting.
"Oh okay" Jaxques said and they returned kissing.
Finally Jeb sat up and caught his breath panting hard. His mouth was red from the forceful of Jacques' kisses and his hair was mussy and disheveled. "You were going to give me a singing lesson" he breathed and sat up rubbing his damp hair out of his face.
"Right" Jacques siad and they stood up Jacques putting his hands on Ze's stomach. "First lesson: Breath control is very important. Breath deep for me."
Zeb breathed in very aware of Jacques hands on his stomach and his skin tingled with the touches."Okay what's next" he asked.
"Next is ideolology for beginners" Jacques said.
"What's that mean?"
"You have to be in the right mindset to sing" Jacques said his breath ticling Zeb's ear. "If your mind isn't focused you can't convey the emotions to really make the audience feel emotions watching you."
"Breath. Idealology." Zeb nodded. "What else"
Jacques smiled. "Passion!" He said holding out his arms and began to sing.
Heart beats fast
Colours and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt
Suddenly goes away somehow
Jacques caught zeb around the waist and spun him around pulling him into a dance.
One step closer
I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
They moved around the room eyes locked on eachother's dancing as Jacques sang his voice filling the room around them.
Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath
Every hour has come to this
It was like they had practiced the dance together. They moved in syncronization a perfect dance of union bringing them closer in love.
One step closer
I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
One step closer
One step closer
I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
They found themselves in the kitchen. Jacques had Zeb pressed back against the counter leaning in and capturing his mouth in his own. Zeb pulled Jacques closer to him sighing as he tasted Jacques taste of a little bit smoky and brandy and a sweetness that must have been all him.
"Want to come to bed?" Zeb finally murmured against his mouth and they broke apart Jacques grinning nervously at him.
"I would love to."
AHAHAHA, Now theyr'e gonna have sex!!!! Sorry lovelys but I don't write smutty stuff so you'll just have to imagine ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Next chapter up will be more fluff so stay tuned!!
The amazing and talented DuskWater saw the requests for smut and here you go! It's so good and definitely way better than anything I could ever do!
Thankiesssss
To be honest, I've been following this story for a while, because I like to keep an eye on what people are writing about subjects who interest me. It's been... entertaining. In a sort of glitzy "outdated Saturday morning cartoon aimed at six-year-old girls" way. Do y'all remember Jem and the Holograms? That's the aesthetic I imagine for this fic. Maybe Equestria Girls for a modern equivalent.
Mind you, this isn't a BAD thing except for the fact that it's all incredibly silly and I can't stop giggling at things like that monstrous drink order a few chapters ago, and all the songficcishness. I'm gonna have "A Thousand Years" stuck in my head all day; thanks for that. I laughed right out loud when Zeb said he was a virgin after all that had gone before. Unintentional comedy at its finest! XD
Also, DuskWater, I'm afraid it's very clear you don't know the first thing about teh gheysecks. The back passage does not work like that, especially on someone who's never employed it in this way before! Now, I realize I can't speak with complete certainty with regards to our dear Mr. Bonnefoy, what with his anatomy being rather unique in frustratingly undetailed ways, but I still think it's very likely that a little more TLC would be appreciated back there. Next time, remember the rules: go slow, use lots of lube, and always communicate with your partner.
-Lemony
(( Disclaimer: I never watched Jem and the Holograms, but it IS the first thing I thought of when trying to describe this fic, so there you go. Lemony apparently has.
(( Srsly tho, that drink order. Bleh! Terrible genius, all of this. {X D
(( ~Neshomeh ))
A super romantic chapter is just as good!
my otp kissed~~~
btw I lurve the furniture descriptions theyre so descriptive
I luv the relationship and the chemistry and the descriptiveness like "soft bells spreading over buttered toast".
Write moar plz
My heart is filled with utter sorrow and dispair that nothing intersting has happened yet. Come on!!!! No explosions!!!! No evil Sues coming in with nefarious hearts filled with glitter to ruin the budding romance!!! I want action!!! Not the kind of action that involves Zeb and Jacques getting in each other's tight, supple, cross-grained pants... *drools* I mean, I definetely don't want that because that's gross. Boys are gross. I'm gonna be an amazing Hunter of Artemis and never date boys ever. You should have a Hunter of Artemis. Or have them kill a Sue. Explosions!
Explodingly Yours,
Detachable Nosie-Wosie.
I just love how good you are at describing the physical presence of people in a room! Jacques sounds like a really tragic figure, and I'm sure Zeb will be able to help him with that given how happy and bubbly he usually is. I love seeing them together!
Any chance at some hurt/comfort later? I'm a real sucker for stuff like that. Thank you for all your great writing! It's HARD to write without reviiews to drive you forward.
Oh my god i've been such a big fan for years!! Thank you so much for the nice words!
And don't worry there will DEFINITELY be some hurt/comfort! XOXO
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