I live! Sorry I'm not absolutely on top of my upload schedule, I had to comb through a lot of great ideas for some new characters and stories! I promise that the wait will be worth it though :))

Here's the first part of a drabble I have going based on Good Mod Addict's Permission request! Fluff first, fun later ;D

Yinz’r stepped from the RC kitchen into the main room, where his partner was sobbing uncontrollably into her gas mask. The Dragonborn’s heart was unable to withstand the piteous cries of one so dear to him (for she had valiantly saved his life on more occasions than he could count), and so his muscles rippled, propelling his scaled form forward with the full intent of saving Beksis from whatever was troubling her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Not much,” the Fallen replied. “I was just sad about the fact that my society collapsed because we kept pissing off the people given superpowers by a magic golf ball”

“What’s a golf ball?” Yinz’r asked. “Can it be used as an implement of destruction?”

Beksis considered the question for a moment. “Yeah but that isn’t the point,” she said.

“Well if we want to talk about angst, I decided to become immortal because I am a power-hungry maniac but I’m a prophesied hero so literally nobody can judge me.” Yinz’r grinned vampirically.

“That is the complete opposite of helpful considering my experience with incredibly powerful beings,” Beksis pointed out. “Could you at least pretend to try to cheer me up instead of making things worse?”

“Maybe” Yinz’r said, reaching out to caress his co-worker’s chitinous face with a tender claw. Beksis looked upl at him, her face flushed from both tears and the unexpected companionship. His eyes glowed not only with the hunger of his ever-present thirst, but with a warmth born of friendship and understanding “Your past is gone. You ran away from it. What matters now is where you are, and what you do now that you’ve escaped. The friends you make, the worlds we save, and the crap pay we get from the Flowers.”

“Oh, Yinz’r,” Beksis breathed, a wisp of Ether crystallizing in the air between them, “You always know just what to say. Thank you for reminding me of my purpose!” Yinz’r smiled again.

“Anytime. After all, we both have forever to live… until Bungie decides to actually define your average lifespan.”

Aulhar Tauran, lion-man with multiple scars on his face and a partially torn-off ear opened the door to a dimly-lit RC when someone knocked. “You got the goods?”

The agent at the door silently handed over a rattling briefcase of ‘liberated’ Bleeprin. Aulhar passed it to his (very unofficial) partner, Kkukttak, who checked through the goods, testing one of the pills to make sure it was good. Without a word, Kkukttak scurried off into the RC and came back with a flamethrower, which he passed to Aulhar. Aulhar then handed it to his customer. “If anyone finds out you got that from me,” he said, raising up one of his hands with his claws out, “we’ll have a problem, understand?”

The agent turned away from the scary kitty and bolted down the hallway.

“That was our last flamethrower, right?” Aulhar asked after he closed the door. He still had a head for numbers from when he’d legitimately worked in Finance and from his life before … until he’d met Kkukttak, when he’d realized that whet he really wanted to do was pursue a life of crime alongside that handsome man who really should take his cloak off more often.

“Yep,” Kkukttak agreed. “You good to get more?”

“Sure am,” Aulhar replied.

He went to get his gun, the cart, the hot wired Remote Activator, the force field generator Kkukttak had nicked from somewhere, then waited for Kkukttak to get his gear ready (mostly knives - lots and lots of knives) and punch in the portal.

The two agents emerged in front of the Mann Co. store. Aulhar barged in the front door, then pulled his gun on the clerk. “This is a robbery,” he declared. “Put all your flamethrowers in the cart and no one gets hurt.”

The clerk responded by trying to shoot Aulhar, but all the bullets bounced off the force field.

In the initial chaos, Kkukttak snuck around behind the clerk to intercept anyone who might be coming to help.

“We just want your flamethrowers,” Aulhar repeated, shooting a hole in the floor.

“Ok, fine, I’ll give you the flamethrowers,” the clerk said, putting his hands up. Getting shot by a lion was well above their pay grade, especially not when someone has just possibly up behind him with a knife out.

Said flamethrowers were efficiently loaded onto the cart, which Aulhar wheeled outside, though the portal, and back into the RC they were ‘borrowing’.

Once Aulhar’s Expedited Acquisitions had replenished its stock of one of its most popular products, Kkukttak looked at Aulhar meaningfully. “You really get me going when you’re all intimidating like that.”

“I know. Let’s get to bed so I can show you what else I’m made of?~”

The cacophony moaning, yowling, and squeaking that followed for the next hour was both the intended outcome of the interspecies gay pirate sex, and an indicator to whoever their neighbors were at the moment that they shouldn’t come by to meet the agents they were living next to.

(( Wherein I subject one my characters to a slash-wraith, more or less - Tomash ))

sorry i couldnt make it to the last one i had too much school and died -_-

anyway finally here is the prequel to my gacha life ppc story were we get to see how the SO and SE got together OwO you will also find out the SOs super secret secret

its all made in gacha club this time and i think ive done better sound editing this time but its got a bit of blud and kissing an stuff but its not that bad so pls watch it anyway just do it with headphones or in private since spoiler alert two trucks plays at the end

i hope you guys injoy it uwu

here it is

Righto, I'm back. I wasn't originally going to participate in this, but it turns out Louie (my younger sib for those not in the know) liked the piece we wrote for last year enough that he wanted me to make another one this year. I don't get much time for writing these days, but hey. Twenty dollars is twenty dollars.

I'll try to get a piece up. Eventually. Maybe. Again, time constraints and all. I'll try not to disappoint.

-Lou

((A little late, but I guess I'm here. In a funny little parallel between my badfic persona's older sibling and my actual self, I haven't got much time to write recently. I do have something buried in my pile of work-in-process Google Docs, so I might try pulling one of those back up if all else fails.))

Warning: This fic might contain spoilers for Protectors of the Plot Continuum, so be sure to see all of it before reading this.

In the darkness of that night, away from the preying eyes and ears of those who would judge, some strangers slipped by unnoticed.

But they were not strangers, they knew each-other. And they knew each-other much closer then any of their friends did realize. They knew each-other both inside and out. But their friends did not know this. Their friends could not know. Their friends should not know this. Nor could they know. Because it was night, and thus away from their viscous, judging eyeballs.

"Is it safe?" said the first stranger, who was not a stranger to the other stranger but will remain a stranger to us for the moment.

"I think so. Its dark so none of the others should see us here, even if they are nearby. I think our secret is safe."

"Good. I couldn't take their judgement right now. My life is too stressful as it is. If it wasn't for you I don't know what Id do." "Don't worry Dafid Illlian, I will always be here for you - waiting in the dark" "Thanks, Teh gurl. I will always be in the dark for you too"

With that the two shadows embraced - an embracement in the night full of passion and romance. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times... For a moment time seemed to slowed down. Dafid wondered why. Dafid Illlian turned around slowly (due to the time seeming to have slowed down). Then the explanation - Teh gurl was secretly looking at him. Looking at him in that special way. Dafids soul lit up like a beacon in the night - even though it was day.

In all of this. In all of this mess. They had eachother, even if eachother was the only ones that knew. Teh gurl turned away at that moment - Time jumped back to normal as Dafid Illlian was no longer transfixiated by Teh gurl. Fortunately no one else had noticed.

Summary: I suck at writing summaries. Bsides the 'fic isn't that long!

Dafid was sitting behind his desk. He felt the tears well up in his eyes . After their last adventure, Dafid found out just exactly how cruel people could be. How nasty and inconsiderate real humans actually were. Dafid Illlian stared at a picture of a polar bear. A magnificent beast who would not hesitate to kill him but at least it would be quick. Not a overlong conspiracy of many years, just to be unleashed on him when he was at his weakest and darkest moment. When he needed his friends the most.

But there had been one tiny ray of light in this whole . Dafid remembered fondly the day he discovered it. It was a tuesday morning he rememberanced. The memories surfaced before his mind's eye and took the most wonderful shapes. Before Dafid well knew it, a single tear welled up in his eyes and trickled down his cheek. Because even when all his 'friends' betrayed him, there was one consistant factor in his life: Teh gurl.

And Dafid knew that the rising aspirations between them could never become true, the feelings Dafid had for Teh gurl were the only thing in this world that still felt true to him. No lies, just that single, pure sense and feeling for Teh gurl.

Alas, Dafid thought to himself hopelessly. Why must they battle? Why must Dafid Illlian be destined to destroy Teh gurl? Can he ever tell Teh gurl how much Teh gurl means to Dafid?

If only he could. Then all his pain would be over. No more betrayal. No more suffering under the laughter from Constance (who told him she loved him, only to stab him right inti the heart at valentines day!). No, only Teh gurl and Dafid's true feelings for Her.

A/N Lol this has all been so depressive lol! My next bit will be less dark!

A/N I got bored with the story but then I read this really cool story about putting the characters in high school! It will be full of love and family issues and other cool stuff@

Teh gurl is like the school bully but everyone likes Her. And Dafid is like the loaner who just does snakeboard tricks on his own because no one likes him. It's really unfair to Dafid because he is really cool actually but no one at the school knows about his superpowers.

Dafid Illlian was in class. He was paying well attention because Dafid wanted to go to the best universities. But like always, annoying Teh gurl was being an meany as always. She was annoying other people in class and the teacher but her rep protected her. Until Dafid could take it no more. Dafid stood up and said: "Look, that you want to spend the rest of ur life in a call center aint my problem!" Teh gurl stopped and looked at hero with fury. Others in the class gasped. No one said that to Teh gurl (althoguh everyone ws secrfetly thinking that). Teh gurl laughed and got up from her seat and grinned masly. "What do you want,pointdexter? are u here to tell me what to do, huh?" Dafid gulped. He had not thought of what to do next now. But then wifee and The mighty lolkittyking33 rized from tier seats too. Dafid looked at them. they nodded back at him and with their arms crossed they looked like they could take Teh gurl on! And when Dafid looked on his right, he saw that the teacher had hid himself behind the desk. Even the teacher thought it was suicide to confront Teh gurl like this! So Teh gurl rose up and walked to Dafid Illlian and she said: "I will see you after school. In my turf. U know where to find it!" "I'll be there, said Dafid certain of himself! And Teh gurl left, leaving behind a trail of cold and shivers went down Dafid's spine. This wasn't going to end well. Some time later in their secret hide-away ;

"I am glade we found a way to survive all that and still be together" "Yes, our plan seems to have worked despite all the events" "Do you think anyone spotted us?" "No" "No" "Yes" Raven Shadowmoon emerged from the shadows of the darkness. "I know everything" she said. Dafid and Teh gurl gasped. Their secret was finally revealed!

"I dont love Teh gurl like you do" said Raven Shadowmoon "but I have always lusted a bit after them. So you see if Teh gurl spends the night with me - I will never tell anyone." Dafid Illlian breathed a sigh of relief. That was, after all, a reasonable request. They agreed to the bargain. "Phwee...thats something we can go along with" said Teh gurl relieved. Raven Shadowmoon was happy, and Dafid and Teh gurl thus got to live happily ever after together. With no one but Raven Shadowmoon and themselves ever knowing. And when everyone was ready to go, suddenly, the door opened!

"????!!" questioned Dafid Illlian exclaimingly. Because in the doorway, no other than Teh gurl stood! And lightning struck int he background and showed villain as a silluette.

But instead Teh gurl's usual smirk, there was confusion on her face! "Who.... who am I?" mutered Teh gurl "Who are you?!" Dafid said. "Who is she?!" Selene also said (a/n lol she aint very smart lol). "Who... who am I?" Teh gurl repeated... "I don't know who I am!" "Zomg, Teh gurl lost her memory!" concluded The mighty lolkittyking33 smartly. "Indeed, that is the only logical explanation," said Dafid, who of course had thought of it before The mighty lolkittyking33 did but was too noble and modest to say so.

"Maybe we can convert her to our side!" said Makes-Things. "That is a good idea," said Dafid and Dafid looked through his addressbook if he could find a therappist.

But then all the sudden, they were surrounded! By Teh gurl's Minionss! "Lady"! they said. "We have brought you the badfic!" The badfic! Dafid Illlian saw it within the hands of the highwayman. As ever as revoking as it always had been. If only Dafid could get to it! Then Dafid remembered... He had the power of Killing Sues!

Before Teh gurl could turn to the ninja, Dafid lept forward and grabbed the badfic from highwayman's hands. Dafid Illlian then apologised profoundly and patted the minions on their back. "Teh gurl," said Dafid Illlian, "I'm sorry, but it's better for you never ever to remember who you were." And with Dafid's Elf, he crushed the badfic. "Noooooo!" Teh gurl said, "Now I will never know who I am!"

"We'll get you sorted out," said Dafid Illlian wisely. Teh gurl looked happy. "Teh gurl should pay for her crimes!" yelled Makes-Things. "But she doesn't know what she did, so it's unreasonable to kill them for it," Dafid said wisely. Makes-Things recognised that he was being an arse and that Dafid was right all along. "All we can do is to help Teh gurl," said Selene, "And heal she with the power of love." she said as the usually stupid and naive girl she is. But Dafid thought long and deep about Selene's speech. "I know a way to solve it," Dafid said. But let's first go home. I'm tired. We've done enough adventuring for today. And then they all went home.

A/N Stay turned for more about Teh gurl's trauma and how the power of loveing heald her! It's gonna be an awesome story!.

Title: (Somewhere) Beyond the Sea
Authors: Lemony Eggnog, 221bagel, and DuskWater
Rating: T
Warnings/Tags: Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Aristocracy, Systemic Prejudice, Cross-Class Romance, OMC/OFC
Summary: Argo Robinson isn’t a pervert. He just wants a decent cup of tea.
Notes: This is a prequel to “(Somewhere) Only We Know.” Lemony couldn’t resist using the title for this piece, which comes from “Beyond the Sea” as popularized in by Bobby Darin. A good portion of the Pureblood Culture world-building comes from Ellory, and as far as we’re concerned, they can keep it.

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Manhattan, 1958

Argo Robinson wasn’t a pervert. He just wanted a decent cup of tea.

It wasn’t his fault that the only place to get one within five blocks of the Woolworth Building was a Muggle-run café. He’d been given the tip by the previous British attaché to MACUSA’s Office of Magic Relations and Education, who had shared his view that the American take on the International Statute of Secrecy was frankly insane. As far as Argo was concerned, there was no harm in going among Muggles now and then as long as you had the sense to swallow your pride and dress like them while doing so. It was the very definition of his house motto, Modus omnibus in rebus: moderation in all things.

The trouble was, after his first few visits, it had stopped being about the tea.

Nora was her name. She was working there in the evenings to help pay for her higher education, both things that were still relatively uncommon for Muggle women nearly fifteen years after the end of the Second World War. Argo admired her dedication to the pursuit of knowledge, and her wit, and her fire when she spoke of making the world a better place, a place where people of all kinds could live together in peace.

He also admired the way her uniform’s skirt stopped just below her knees, showing off her long, shapely calves. And her apron, always starched and tied in a precise bow at the small of her back, pulled taut across generous hips. And her hair—oh, Merlin—it was styled in the most fetching caramel-hued waves, pinned only just enough to keep that adorable little white cap on her head. Argo wasn’t a pervert to go panting after any lowborn piece of tail to cross his path, he wasn’t, but Mother help him, he dreamed at night about burying his face in Nora’s hair and seeing if it smelled as sweet as it looked.

It was wrong of him. He was properly Lord Argo Robinson, Heir Penruddock of the Temperate and Most Ancient House of Penruddock, and he had been brought up correctly in the Olde Ways of Avalon. As the next in line to become the head of House Penruddock, he knew he was meant to wait for his soulmate, who would be a pure-blooded witch Mother Magic picked out for him personally, just as she had given her first and most beloved begotten daughter Morgana to Merlin in the Golden Age of Camelot.

Argo had wondered who his soulmate might be for a long time. Unlike some Magicals who were particularly high in Mother Magic’s favor, he wasn’t lucky enough to have been born with a soul-mark that would lead him to his true love. That hadn’t stopped him from looking for other signs—someone with a Patronus that matched his, or simply a Spark that would ignite in his soul at first contact. To his anguish, despite having attended formal engagements to meet likely girls (and even a few boys) and having done all the right things from the moment he had turned seventeen, he’d never felt his magic swell with the rush of love-at-first-sight that was supposed to come upon meeting one’s other half.

He was twenty-four now. Just about all of his pure-blooded mates from Hogwarts were happily Bonded already, blissfully in love and doting upon their first- or even second-born children. How he envied them! He had hoped taking this diplomatic posting in America would be the break he needed. Since he’d already met virtually every eligible witch and wizard in Britain, his soulmate must hail from some other shore. Maybe he’d find her here.

Instead, he’d found Nora. She made him feel things he didn’t have words for. His magic bucked almost painfully at the thought of her, tying his insides in knots he could only undo with an unforgiving application of cold water. It was humiliating, but he couldn’t stop wanting to be near her, seeing her smile when he walked into the café, hearing her laugh at the bad japes he made with his queer foreign words, knowing in his heart that she lingered by his stool at the counter because she felt something for him, too.

In the end, it didn’t matter that she wasn’t Magical. He courted her, and then he took a chance and broke every rule in the book by revealing his world to her. She was not afraid; she embraced it, and him, and Argo realized that was all he needed. He didn’t need to draw magical power from her hair; he drew strength of an entirely different sort from her courage. He didn’t need a magical Bond; he had a love that came not because Mother Magic willed it so, but because two people had chosen each other.

They couldn’t stay in America, of course, not with Rappaport’s Law still in effect. Argo resigned from his post and took Nora back to his cottage on the Eden River in Cumbria. His uncle Lord Penruddock was kind enough not to cast him out entirely, but Argo was obliged to give up his heirship and accept the censure of his peers.

None of that mattered anymore. He and Nora had each other.

And as it happened, Mother Magic couldn’t have been too displeased. She saw fit to give him a daughter.

And for a time, Argo Robinson was the happiest man in the world.

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Lemony’s A/N: Apologies to my dear readers; I know this isn’t my usual fare, but trust me, there will be plenty of delicious UST in other works in this series. I also know this is only connected to the PPC by a thread, but there is a thread! A good undercover mission needs a good cover, right? Please indulge my need to take the premise of this crapsack universe, which is anathema to everything I stand for, and wreck it with realism and progressive values. :D

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(( Neshomeh’s A/N: Pretty much what they said. {= D I’m also having fun taking a deep dive into my nostalgia for the Harry Potter role-play I used to be part of way, way back in the day. Argo and Nora are Jenni Robinson’s parents from that RP as reimagined in purityworld.

(( Edit: I goofed on the rules for noble titles in purityworld because they make no sense, so I fixed it. Also put the summary in present tense while I was at it, because it was bugging me. ))

Title: (Somewhere) Only We Know
Authors: 221bagel, Lemony Eggnog, and DuskWater
Rating: T
Warnings/Tags: Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Bonding, Courting Rituals, Aristocracy, Polyamory
Summary: Heiress Jenni Robinson has a problem. Heir Ryan Liu also has a problem. Muggleborn Jacques Bonnefoy is the solution.
Notes: The title comes from Keane's "Somewhere Only We Know". A good portion of the Pureblood Culture worldbuilding comes from Ellory, and as far as we're concerned, they can keep it.

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Hogwarts, October 1975

Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five…

The enchanted oxhorn comb gently wended its way through Lord Ryan Liu’s long, ink-black hair, counting out each stroke as it went.

Thirty-six, thirty seven…

Each evening, a hundred strokes. And the process was long and painstaking, too, as long as any Pureblood witch’s here at Hogwarts. In the illustrious Chinese Pureblood houses, both men and women drew magic from their hair. It was a gift from their parents, a symbol of their family’s honour.

Ryan sank back into the combing, letting the calming repetition soothe him. He turned the page in the book he was reading — an assignment for Transfiguration, first thing in the morning. The writing style was mind-numbing, but he had to get through it somehow.

He could ask Prefect Robinson for a summary, but he would rather not. It seemed as though many Purebloods had an aversion to her, possibly because she seemed intent on corrupting the hearts of young Pureblood witches. Why she would be selected as Prefect, he had no idea. She was clearly dangerous.

Fifty-eight, fifty-nine —

The door to the dormitory burst open, and a bright, familiar voice called through: “Ryan! I think you might’ve accidentally taken my Potions notes, since I couldn’t find them and Xenophilius Lovegood said you’d be —”

The comb dropped with a loud clatter to the cold stone. Ryan turned, his hands flying up to cover his hair, but it was too late. An earnestly-smiling Jacques Bonnefoy stood at the door of the Ravenclaw fifth-year boys’ dormitory, blue eyes wide at the sight of Ryan clad in naught else but his dressing-gown and his long, dark hair.

“Wow,” said Jacques. “I knew you had a lot of hair, but… wow.”

“You should not be here,” Ryan insisted, almost automatically. “It is improper to lay eyes on an unmarried wizard’s hair if you are not kin or Bonded.”

“Improper?” Jacques tilted his head to the side, quizzical. “What’s so improper about me admiring your hair? It looks so silky and soft. What do you use on it?”

Ryan sighed. He hated having to explain things to Muggleborns. It was not Jacques’ fault his parents were Muggles, but did no one in Hufflepuff wish to sponsor him in learning the ways of the Pureblood world?

“It is improper because it is an intimate aspect of a wizard’s power,” he explained patiently. “It was given to us by our parents and we dishonour them by allowing outsiders to see us like this.”

“I’m not an outsider,” said Jacques, with one of his usual pouts. “I’m your friend, aren’t I? We study together, go on trips to Hogsmeade together…”

He stepped into the room, and Ryan regretted not closing the door when he had the chance.

“Do not take another step closer,” he insisted, hastily tying his hair back up and grabbing his wand, pointing it at Jacques. “I will not allow you to compromise me.”

“I just need my Potions notes!” protested Jacques. “If you don’t have them, you could just tell me, and I’ll get out of your luscious hair. Please?”

Ryan kept his wand aimed at Jacques. “How many people know you are here to see me?” he demanded, as he started rummaging through his homework parchments for any sign of Jacques’ notes.

“Well, Xeno Lovegood helped me get in, and I’m meeting with Jenni after this, so…”

Ryan’s jaw tensed at the mention of Prefect Robinson. “Prefect Robinson is a dangerous influence on people.”

Jacques actually had the temerity to scoff at that. “What? But Jenni’s cool. Her mom has great taste in music, you know. Haven’t you heard the Beatles?”

“Why would I wish to listen to bugs?” demanded Ryan.

“Bugs? No, the band, Ryan. The Beatles. Here comes the sun, dee-doo-doo-doo-doo —”

“I do not have your notes,” snapped Ryan, interrupting Jacques’ singing by coming up to him and pushing him towards the door. “You should leave, before more people find out you have seen me in such a state and assume the worst. Be grateful I am not accusing you of anything untoward.”

Jacques blinked at him. “Is that really what you think of me, Ryan?” he asked, a note of hurt in his voice. “It’s just hair! I know it’s special to you, but it’s not the end of the world if someone not in your family sees it down. Wouldn’t it pain you to keep it all tied up all the time, anyway?”

Ryan gritted his teeth as he pushed Jacques back over the dormitory threshold. “It is a matter of courtesy and honour,” he insisted, before reaching for the door.

Jacques cut him off by brushing a bit of Ryan’s fringe out of his eyes, tucking it behind his ear. Ryan’s breath stalled abruptly, suspended in his chest alongside his heart.

“See?” murmured Jacques, his voice gentle. Too gentle. “Not the end of the world. You’re still courteous and honourable and all of that.”

Ryan swallowed, covering Jacques’ hand with his own. From here, he could drown himself in those ocean-blue eyes, or cut his hands with that strong jaw. From here, he could tangle his own fingers in Jacques’ mahogany locks, and see if it really was as soft as it looked.

“Jacques —” he managed to squeak out, after a moment, before another set of footsteps on the stairs caused him to duck back into the dorm room and slam it closed.

“Oh, there you are!” chirped the voice of Prefect Robinson. “Xeno said you’d come in but I didn’t know you’d gone up here. Severina found your notes in the library; I couldn’t stop her from making snide comments about your technique, but…”

“Thanks, Jenni!” exclaimed Jacques. Ryan knelt down to look through the keyhole of the dormitory door, and could see the familiar autumn-red plait of Prefect Robinson turning in Jacques’ hands. His own heart sank, and he sank with it, down to the cold flagstones.

“What are you doing over here, anyway?” wondered Prefect Robinson.

“Oh, I thought Ryan had taken my notes, so…”

“Please don’t tell me you saw him with his hair down. You know how Purebloods are about their hair.” Prefect Robinson laughed amiably, as she and Jacques’ footsteps began to recede. “My dad has the weirdest hang-ups about it, too, he’s always fretting about me not finding someone to ‘tend to my hair’...”

Ryan willed down the lump in his throat. He reached out with his magic to summon the comb back to him, untying his hair as he did so. As the long, black tresses spilled out across the floor beside him, he began the countdown again:

One, two, three…

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((This fic, while written like a Purityworld AU, is actually sort of meant to be a deep-cover mission in Purityworld -- at least, that's how 221bagel envisioned it. Lemony Eggnog simply wrote it because they can't stand Purityworld in general. DuskWater is just happy to be here.))

Summary: You meet O’Ryan Keys and fall in love. plz r+r!

Tags: (You!fic)(O’Ryan Keys)(Kissing)(i love tagging lol)(be nice please)(don’t flame!)(nobody likes that)

Once upon a time you were in agents of the ppc. You daw orian jeus. “Omg hes so hot you said to your fiend Polly”

“He is”

then...Orian came over!11

What will happen next. I know its short, I’m sorry!

—lol

Ellie Mae Rosebud was happer than shed ever been. She had a cool new gf (thalia) an a sorta boyfriend cause like Doomie wasn’t very good at commincatin. But she wanted sometin more. Ellie tossed her beatiful golden curly locks an blinked her violet silver blue orbs at the tots gorgeous woman wakling down the hall. Teh woman was tall and skinny but also curvy in all teh right places. She had a shiney ebony sheet off hair an violet orbs an really big bobs.

Zara scanned the paper idly, her eyes flicking over the misspelled words and terrible punctuation. “What’s it with badfic authors and using the word “orbs” to describe someone’s eye?”

Diamond looked up from her book. “I would presume a lack of vocabulary, or perhaps the desire to look more sophisticated than the thirteen year old fangirls most of them are.”

“Or maybe our eyes are just spinning orbs that can’t look past manmade structures into the veil of eternal darkness that surrounds our world.”

“What?”

Zara stopped her Evil Illuminati Overlord ™ face—which actually only made her look rather constipated—and stared at her partner. “The alien overlords cover Britain with a veil of eternal darkness.”

There was a long silence before the vampire carefully put down her book and folded her hands in her lap. “Mortal, there is this thing known as therapy. Please consider it.” She picked her book back up, adding yet another snarky comment to her litany of them. “Also, I’m sure that veil only exists to shield the rest of the world from crazy Brummy mortals with a Bleepette addiction.”

“Hey!”

Hi!” said Ellie to teh tots hot woman. I’m Ellie. What’s ur name? Teh woman stopped walking, her long scarlet skirt with a slit up the side swahing around her long creamy legs. I’m Diamond she said in a sexy alurring voice.

“WHAT?!!” Something resembling a very high pitched pterodactyl scream echoed up and down the corridors of HQ.

“WAHAHAHAHA!” The maniacal cackling that followed moments later did not do anything to ease the nerves of any agents cowering from the first scream.

Ellie swished her hips ina sexy manner. Ur super hott an prety. Wanna have teh sexy times with me? Diamodn (Authors Note tat name is super long so im gonna call her Dia) adjusted her sparkly onyx corset (i copeid tat of google search!) so her big bobs jiggle-jiggled nd noded. Like yeah, tots.

Bella snuffed at her owner as the young woman slumped to the ground laughing hysterically.

“JIGGLE-JIGGLED! HAHAHAHA!”

Diamond’s facial expression was hard to determine. Anger, horror, shock, and disgust make for a very interesting series of facial expressions.

“…She will die.”

Auhors Note!! Like omg im so exicted to finally get tis up!!!!1 isn’t Ellie Mae asesome?!! Shes like so kawaii! And im super excited to write a smut for like her and Dia!

((Actual Author’s Note: The smut will be very minimally detailed since Zara’s reading it… and laughing too hard to get the words out. Also, gah. That badfic was… something else to write.))

Hajimemashite, Yuki-Chan desu~ I'm a fujoshi and yaoi rocks forever~ Dozo yoroshiku onegaishimasuuuuu <3

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((Yes, this pains my qualified JLPT N2 heart, even if this was roughly how I acted back in the good old days))

I guess I didn't hit that s button hard enough. Oh well.

I forgot my old creds to get in, so I made a new accounr. Hope y'all don't mind.

The PPC is an interesting setting. I personally ship Matt with O'Ryan. Who cares if Kitryauthor thinks otherwise! Paye is clearly in love with Crow!

I'll have to find time to write, but I will write one story hehehehehehe!

Chau!

-KCILC

((Cringes at my intro. Hey y'all, I'm back for the games. Sorry for not being super active on the Board. College + some things I've vented about in the salt channel over there = limited time. But, I'm working on being better! First step: Badfic Games, at least.))

((Character-wise, feel free to use any of my agents except for Kittyauthor and David Null. The former because it's always been like that and she is a little too close to past!me (personality-wise) for me to be comfy with her being used in these games, the latter for personal reasons. Everyone else is fair game.))

((-kA, who is trying to juggle college, chaos, and a cowrite and failing.))

Let's fix that. I'm lightfairy406, my stories tend to have Talking Head Syndrome but that's only bc actually describing scenes is hard. I'm trying to write more comedy fic lately! The PPC is a really fun and wacky setting and I want to lean into the absurdities it can produce! I have a lot of good ideas, or at least ideas that I personally think are good. Feedback is always welcome so long as it's legible and you don't talk to me like an english professor lmao.

Hello to all and sundry! I am ExtraRingwraith, a nerd and lover of Tolkien. I entend to write some stories here, provided I have time off from being an apprentice fiddler and scholar.

((This is TheBefuddledBookworm. I tried not to have the spelling be too bad because that just makes me cranky having to look at it.))

School is starting, and in what remains of my free time, I have too many other projects to work on. I'm also hoping to watch the first two episodes of Rings of Power with my folks. They are finally out, and I intend to see if they've made a Glaurunging mess of them.

Hi my name is Ivory Black’ness Lee. I’m not related 2 Amy Lee but I wish I was. I’m goffik an I live in Slytherin. I’m a vampire but my teeth are strait and white. I wear all-black ripped fishnets, and my hare is long and black with purple streak in it. I’m a PPC agent, and i live in hq. My RC is black and has a coffin. My CAD is black and has MCR lyrics on it.

One day it was raining and snowing. I saw Sergio Tirbo. (AN his name is Derpression now!)

“Hi,” he said Shyly. “My name used 2 be serfio but now its Depresssion.”

Then I heard my friends calling and I had to go.

An: is it gud? Plz tell me fangz! btw fangz 2 Willow 4 edinging!

((Yes, Ebony is now the one writing the fic. Don’t ask me how, she just is. By the way, please flame! I want Enoby to have something to complain about!

—Ls))

but all the agents in my roster – that would be the Four Demonly Kings (Kaguya, Momoka, Urato, Inasuke) and the Fairy Godfathers (Helena, Sheen, Fáelán) – are all open for use in this event. I'd like to see what wacky antics are in store for them

ETA: The Heian AU counterparts of the Demonly Kings available at the time of this writing (Momoka hasn't appeared yet) are also open for use, but))

So... I'm not sure I'm actually going to take part in the Games myself (I'm... not sure I actually ever did aside from commenting!), but I wanted to clarify that, despite the fact I don't really have much in the way of active agents ATM, I still qualify as active so my characters are actually all available! Even those from TWWA.

Sure, Sergio and Nikki retired ages ago. Ami was never an agent. But what kind of self-respecting badfic author cares about continuity? If you want to use them, do your worst. Just stay clear of Kathleen, Faith and Virgilia - those characters are actually Aelit's, not mine.

Like omigod Im so happy I can do this again!!!!!1 I have lots of new storys for u guys!!!! I think I like finally got these hackers of my account so I can right in peace witout being bullied. I don’t write Mary Sues!!! Ellie Mae Rosebud is not a Sue so f right off if u think she is!1 I tots like wirting about romance (and like smut teehee) and fantasfical andvengures!!: like teh lord of teh rings!

It plagiarized me! Look! Though I do like what it did with Dafid. ;)

—lol

So does anyone remember me? I was here back when FanficVerse was FanficLand—ah, the good old days! Anyway, I wrote Stangest Love back 2004. I’d like to think I’ve improved since then lol. Here’s my recent Glooming (it’s by a PPC writer!!) fic, the glooming rise of edward. More PPC stuff soon!

Remember, the only bad writing is unwritten writing!!!

—lolkittyking33

((Does not melt in despair

Yay! Badfic games! —Ls))