This And Beneath The Moon Is Sooo Good!! You're Such A Fantastic Writer!!

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This is such a great finale. The whole series was so well written and you did such a great job wrapping it up. The whole backstory was great and heart wrenching. This was so good!

The Other Side of Hollywood

Part Eight: The Finale

Word Count: 8.6K+

Author’s Note: thank you for reading my nonsense. Tuly, thank you.

Warning: the usual.

If this is the first post you’ve seen, links to the rest of the story (+ masterlist and moodboard) are as follows:

- One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Masterlist - Moodboard -

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Los Angeles, California. 1995.

“Good morning City of Angels, this is Josh Fern at 106.7, bringing you your daily dose of pop tunes and the week’s biggest hits! We’ve got your sunshine while the clouds stay over our hometown, though they should be gone by the weekend. The time is 6.31, and this is our fan favourite of this week, Waterfalls by-”

The voice was cut out with a bang, a hand coming from under a mess of pillows and comforter to shut off the radio alarm clock. The nails were short, partially bitten away and partially trimmed, the fingers tips calloused and the black nail polish on them chipped away. The arm that followed had a collection of bracelets and wrist bands around it, a catalogue of the last year of events and gifts from friends. It disappeared back amongst the fluffy warm of the grey sheets, its owner hoping for another half hour of sleep.

A loud clatter sounded from just beyond the door, and the bed’s inhabitant sat right up, jumping out of bed, and slipping on a pair of fuzzy blue slippers before running to their door.

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You think bisexuals who end up with the opposite gender are still valid bisexuals.

This is so cute, I love the relaxed vibe it gives off!

Tisket, Tasket

Summary: miss lake!reader prepares for a picnic date, gives sisterly advice, and rambles a bit

Warnings: swearing, meat-eating, mentioning of an outdated belief about women, my opinion on sparkling water that no one asked for

Word Count: 1124

A/N: okay so Douxie himself actually isn’t in this but he is mentioned quite a bit? idk. Claire is babey and she deserves more credit for balancing homework for AP classes, trollhunting, and being an unpaid live-in nanny. poor girl :(

Here’s a quick doodle of the basket i did with my finger when i realized that i definitely wasn’t going to be able to find a nice picture that would even come close to the description of a basket i made up lol

(Name) opened the oven. A cloud of heat immediately hit her face. She stumbled back a bit as if she had never opened an oven before and was not expecting this outcome. The old oven mitt covering her dominant hand was old, handmade by her grandmother and covered in decades’ worth of stains. She pulled the muffin tin of porkpies out, placing it on the stovetop. The pastries smelled absolutely heavenly.

“-And of course I feel guilty about it. But I just,” Claire empathically gestured her hands, “I can not believe that she would say something like that! To my face!” she huffed.

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Ahh! This is fantastic!!

Almost A Thousand Years - 1970/80 | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot:  You’ve known Hisirdoux Casperan for almost a thousand years.  You’ve hated him for almost a thousand years.  And for almost a thousand years, you’ve been cursed to feel each others pain.  But somewhere in that time, things changed.  [Hisirdoux Casperan x Mostly Gender Neutral but Probably Female Presenting Based on How Historical Men Treat Them!Reader]

Word Count: 4,331

Warnings:  fighting!  blood?  bones!

A/N:  IT’S HEREEEEEEEEEEE

Tags: @furblrwurblr​ @rainningdoom​ @fluffydmonkey @blondie0458​ @sitherin-mxschief​

You spent most of the seventies drinking coffee and tea in small cafés, reading various works, debating philosophy, and learning how to fence.  Basically, you lived the studyblr dream while continuing your work as a medical professional.

Douxie did the same, except instead of studyblr, it was more of a punk rock dream.  Your mans wore a lot of leather, played a lot of guitar, and generally did punk things.

Bular just kinda plotted.  He couldn’t do much since both you and the wizard had solidified yourselves in your respective communities.  If anything happened to either of you, it would be noticed.  He didn’t want that.

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Ah, how is your writing this good??? I'm so engaged and I can't wait for the next!!

Whumptober Day 19: Broken Hearts | Reader

Plot:  Part 3!!  Torture!!

Word Count: 3,158

Warnings:  Torture, threats, demons, possession, the demon is a mega asshole still

A/N:  Whump

Tag List:  @furblrwurblr​ @einahpetsyarcip​ @sorrels-scribbling​ @anxious-stitcher​ @alive-and-afraid​ @animedweeb333​ @douxiesdamsel​ @saroski05

Nari was not having a good time right now.  Her guardians, her protectors were dealing with some massive evil presence, and there wasn’t much she could do other than look for help with Archie.

Archie was also not having fun.  He was supposed to protect Douxie, to look out for him and make sure he was safe.  But now?  Now Douxie was anything but safe.  It was a new kind of horror, the cat-dragon decided, to watch his oldest friend get tortured in his sleep; to watch his skin tear on its own and the blood stain the sheets.  And then he had to leave him.  He had to leave his wizard, his boy, who he had watched over for almost a thousand years, to an uncertain fate.  He trusted you, of course, but this thing, this darkness that haunted you was a force to be reckoned with.  He didn’t want either of you to be hurt more than you already had been.

The two of them ran for a while until they found a payphone, which is literally the luckiest anyone ever gets in this story because those things are almost extinct, and called for help.  After that, all they could do was wait.

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you @alovesongshewrote @daydream-believin and @wazzuppy!!!!!!!! Right back at ya!

and I'm tagging a bunch of people who already got tagged because it never hurts to see a kind message @blixeon, @miss-melinna, to everyone who tagged me, and @ anyone who needs to see this message! Once again thank you for tagging me and I hope all y'all have a wonderful day/night!!

whoever you are listen up. you deserve the world. you are amazing and talented, and no matter what anyone says you are amazing and beautiful (or handsome if you prefer that) and just the best. ok? so just let that settle. make some room in your calendar for a “me” day because you deserve it. got it?

This is so good!! I love the premise!!

The Vegas of Hollywood- JaTP: Reggie x She/Her Reader- Part 1

NOT MY GIF. CREDIT TO CREATOR. IT IS A PRETTY BEAUTIFUL GIF.

(I usually don’t ever put gifs on my fics so we’ll see how this goes)

Requests:  a) Reggie always hugging reader and just being a soft little fluff ball in public, like at the orpheum. The guys teasing him but he just agrees and continues being Reg

b)  Can you please do something with Reggie from Julie and the phantoms? 

c) Julie and the Phantoms x reader where they have a nickname for her that they use more than Y/n. I thought Vegas was cute. Like she’s energetic and lights up a room and stuff. Maybe she pretends to hate it but she absolutely adores it?

Pair: Reggie x reader

Words: 1.5k. It’s more of a prologue!

Warnings: None fam. PG 13.

Perspective: 3rd person for this chapter

Pronouns: She/Her

Note: I wanted to start a new series ever since finishing Julie and the Phantoms and then I got requests and got some proper inspiration. Lemme know if you’d like to be tagged!

“It’s now or never!” All the boys sang the last line of the song as they played their final chords. Out of breath and sweaty, they all looked out into the empty venue, imagining exactly what playing in front of a full, packed and excited audience would be like that night. 

“Dude, that was so good!” Luke yelled, high-fiving Bobby next to him. 

Alex got up from his drums and walked over to Reggie, who clapped him on the back excitedly. 

“Okay Alex, man, you were on fire!” Reggie exclaimed, causing Alex to go shy and look at his feet slightly. 

“Oh, no- I was just warming up. You guys were the ones on fire.” 

“Could you just own your awesomeness for once?” Reggie rolled his eyes, holding a finger up to Alex. “If Y/n was here for that song, you know she would agree.”

The four boys on the stage all turned their heads at once when they heard a single person excitedly clapping from the bar at the back of the room, their cheers and whoops echoing around the space, causing the boys to smile- one of them in particular beaming far more than the others. 

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Someone's trying to follow me and my mom home, Jesus Christ this is terrifying