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ITS HERE

after much delay. Chapter Three of the ones they write history books about is out. Life got really crazy so I didn’t have much time to write. I go more in depth in the authors notes, so go check it out!!

post s2 fix it :D

idk i just love the idea of azi returning to the book shop to find crowley an absolute wreck sobbing and singing along to relevant love songs in his angels record collection

they KISS after this and MAKE UP and SAVE THE WORLD

also muriel:

#1 has been forced to listen to all of crowley's depressed sing alongs, #2 was upstairs during the duration of this comic, #3 was quite disappointed and confused when mr.crowley didn't make it to their favorite happy section of the song towards the end

(i know i said it was an unspecified amount of time but in my minds eye only a few months have passes before azi packs his ass up and leaves heaven)

Another au but this one is about hawks, because i love him

In this au keigo dies moments after all for one stoles his quirk, and then he wakes up in the past

In this au hawks eyes are just black like void to represent the part of him that was stole from him in the future and they will only go back to normal if he stills has his full wing and his quirk in the future.

Also he broke lady nagant out of jail.

This is my excuse to put three characters i like very much together (hawks, lady nagant, stain)

The red things in the bed are hawks feathers

God of War: Echoes of Suffering

(Chains of Olympus Rewrite)

5 years into his service to the gods, Persians attack Greece and Kratos defends his homeland against the Invasion under the charge of Athena. After driving the Invaders back, Kratos receives a vision from Athena attempting to warn him, but it is quickly cut off as the sun disappears. Now Kratos has to fight off a horde of living nightmares manifesting from an endless black fog.

The Ghost of Sparta was nearly enveloped by the black fog, until a small figure drove them away with a blast of light. The small figure in question looks almost exactly like Kratos’ deceased daughter, Calliope. Kratos tries to reach out to her in melancholic desperation, but she runs away, Kratos giving chase after his shock fades.

Kratos chases his “daughter” throughout the city until they reach a massive structure that looks as if it almost crashed into the ground. Inside the temple, Kratos is haunted by the melody of his daughter’s flute echoing through the halls. He was almost driven to the brink of madness until A woman drenched in red and orange light appeared before him, she called herself Eos - Bringer of the Dawn.

She informs Kratos that her brother Helios has been taken by Phobetor - The New master of Dreams, and all the Olympians have been lulled into a never-ending sleep. Few gods are awake to rule, so the world has been plunged into chaos.

Eos requests that Kratos use the Primordial Fire within the temple to release the Fire Drakons in exchange for a favor. 

Once the Fire Drakons began to burn once more the temple glowed with blinding light, Kratos realizes he’s on the sun and tried to rein in the burning beasts, but his hands burned the second he touched the reins.

Just then Eos appears in front of Kratos and pulls reins of the Fire Drakons pulling the Sun Chariot to the sky driving back the horde of nightmares that enveloped the cities. Once they reached the heavens Eos informed Kratos that her brother was taken to the Underworld and he would need to get there in order to save him. Kratos argued why she could not have gone there herself, replying that as a goddess of light she had no power in the sunless realm. Kratos reluctantly agrees to the request in hopes that Eos would convince the other gods to free him from his suffering. 

Eos contacts Hermes, one of the few gods still awake, and transports Kratos to the Underworld where he arrives on the shores of the River Acheron where he meets a soul which at first glance reminds him of an old friend from his Spartan days.

After short greetings the soul offers to be Kratos' guide to Phobetor, just then a blaring sound is heard and all souls on the shore gather to a dock. In the distance a gigantic boat appeared with a titanic figure at the helm; the guide refers to the figure as Charon, The Ferryman. Just before the boat was about to dock the guide cast a spell on Kratos to conceal his identity as a living, but once the shade cast the spell Kratos felt himself getting weak. Once they got onto the ferry they were accompanied by dozens, possibly hundreds of other souls each with blank or unmoving expressions.

The journey lasted for what seemed like days and during the trek Kratos fell into a slumber, in his dreams he saw his wife and child slaughtered by his own hand. It wasn't only them, his mother and his brother were among the bodies that were felled by his blades. As he breathes erratically, he can hear a voice taunting him from the dream's darkness, calling him a brute, a savage, a monster.

Just as the boat docks Kratos wakes up, he looks around and realizes that he and the guide are the only ones left on the vessel. The Guide and Kratos looked out past the dock and the only thing that could be made out was sand, nothing but swirling sand. The guide tells Kratos that this is Desert of Dreams; the section of the underworld where Phobetor has taken over. As the two arrive they are assaulted by a plethora of lesser Oneiroi and living nightmares which they must rip through to make it to the Ebon Citadel, Phobetor’s greatest fortress.

After barely surviving, they encounter an old man, sticking out amongst the almost infinite gold with wings of gray sand. He told the two traveler’s that Phobetor cannot be killed so they need something to contain him. Just then the elder began to dissolve into the sand but before he completely disappeared he left them with a small piece of advice,that they must confront the darkness in order to wake up. 

Once the old man left a glowing amulet took his place, Kratos grabbed the jewel and the two continued on. After fighting through even more nightmares they reached the top of the citadel.

Once the two got to the top and opened the doors, they witnessed Phobetor: an amalgamation of screaming black faces forming a vaguely human shape, exactly wht a god of nightmares would look like. There, he was siphoning the energy of a tortured Helios.

The nightmare god had his back turned to them but the second Kratos and The Guide entered the room he lunged at them both with terrifying speed. Kratos used his blades to slice the spectator but it was pointless the creature mended every attack. It was then that Kratos realized that the amulet could be used to harm the god. As the spartan brought the nightmare to his knees, he used the amulet to imprison the horrible spector. After it was done, the Guide that had followed Kratos for most of his journey; began to laugh in an ominous way, calling Kratos the Great Tool of Sparta as the drkness left from Phobetor entered the soul's body. Kratos was then transported to a field surrounding by glowing golden sand, there he heard the song, the same one that had been haunting him, only now it was sounded more comforting.  

Because of Phobetor's great acquisition of power, the Desert of Dreams had exapanded into parts of Elysium, and so, Phantasos transported Kratos to a little Oasis, and there Kratos was shocked to see the one thing he though he never see again: his daughter, Calliope. The two of them embraced in a hug, and for a short while, the Ghost of Sparta felt joy. Unfortunately for Kratos, this Joy was short-lived, Calliope began to wince in pain, her being fading in and out of existence as the sand grows ever closer. Just then, a woman drenched in warm inviting light appears before Kratos and his daughter, this was Makaria, first born of Hades and Persephone, Goddess of Blessed and Peaceful death, and Queen of Elysium. The goddess had informed Kratos who his "Old Spartan friend" really was: Phantasos, Master of Illusions, and the mastermind behind this whole conundrum.

Makaria explained everthing. Wanting the power to control the waking world, Phantasos manipulated Phobetor into overthrowing their brother Morpheus and seizing control of the Desert of Dreams. By consuming the power of his brother had taken, Phantasos’ power grew exponentially, allo him to lull the gods into a deep almost unending slumber. Now Phantasos had the power of the dream realm, the sun itself, and the Ghost of Sparta in his grasp. Now he wishes to let the Desert of Dreams consume everything until he and only he was the supreme god.

Kratos had to come to an impossible crossroad of descisions: stay in this fleeting paradise with his daughter forever while another mad god tries to take over the world, or leave Calliope, again. He didn't have a choice, but in his mind, in that moment, he chose to leave her. It took all of his strength to pry his daughter away, as she cried and begged him not to, but it was the only way. With tears in both eyes, the mighty and powerful Ghost of Sparta hugged his daughter one last time. Makaria gently extended her hand and Calliope went with her to Elysium.

Kratos made his way back to the citadel, agrier now than ever before. As he entered the building Phantasos tried to keep up the illusion of Kratos' spartan friend but it was pointless, the ghost of sparta usd the amulet to reveal Phantasos' true form, a cloud of smoke with shifting masks for faces, he threw daggers at Kratos in retaliation.

The illusion master used Kratos’ worst nightmares as weapons, visions of his wife and child berated him until he was brought to the floor. Only through his sheer rage was Kratos able to break through the illusions, and attack Phantasos.

Their fight broke Phobetor’s castle and brought them to the Desert of Dreams and Phantasos hid within the flowing sands, mocking the Spartan. Only after the dream god dared to say that Calliope deserved to die was Kratos able to grab Phantasos and pummel him into the ground. As The Ghost of Sparta pulled out the amulet, Phantasos, using all of his power, cursed the man with eternal nightmares, and just before the Illusion Master was sucked into the amulet, he berated the now broken warrior, telling him that his suffering shall never end.

Once the two Oneiroi were imprisoned within the amulet, the gigantic sandstorm that enveloped the desert began to settle and the elder from earlier appeared in the center where the citadel once stood, and and the swirling sands of the storm coelesed around the man showing the form of a gray figure with enormous wings, revealing himself to be Morpheus, the God of Dreams, he thanked Kratos for relieving him of his brothers, but it fell on deaf ears. Kratos begged the god of dreams to free him of his curse, but unfortunately it was impossible. Morpheus explained that Phantasos had his own power combined with Phobetor's and the power of the sun, nothing can remove Kratos' curse not even Morpheus.

Keeping his own promise to the gods, Kratos returns Helios to the temple. But he is left with the knowledge that he we never be free, forever plagued with visions of his family.

Weak from the days of battle, Kratos falls unconscious from the sun chariot, but is suddenly stopped before striking the ground. He was placed on the cliffs he later would jump from in the original God of War. Three figures approach the unconscious warrior, two of them revealed to Helios and Athena. The Gray Goddess retrieves the amulet as the Sun Titan removes the spell placed on the Spartan. Both Gods contemplate helping Kratos further but a shadowy figure behind them interjects saying that the Ghost of Sparta must “Walk his path alone.” The three beings exit through a portal leaving Kratos lying on the shore near the Aegean Sea. 

For my friend ❤️ You’ve written such a beautiful story.

Do yourself a favour and take a read. I assure you will not regret it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56316268

SPOILERS GO2

So I had a dream:

*Azi and Crowley discussing/ fighting after all the stuff that happened and they can talk in peace*

*crowley expecting an apology etc and nearly screamed at azi*

Azi: "but.. It was my First"

Crowley: "Wot -" (are you talking about now again?!)

Azi: "It was my first kiss, Crowley"

*silence*

Azi: "And you pressed it on me. Without- (asking me?) Without love. Just.. just fear.

Crowley looks at him with an untitled expression, not sure what to say. In his eyes, he gave him all the love he could ever give.

Azi: "Fear of being abandoned. Of being alone. Like you felt you always were."

Crowley wants to say something and his mouth opens, behind his glasses building up a small tear-

Azi: "But I was there. You were never completely alone. And you know that. *He gets quiet* I did not deserve that.

I- *voice shaking* forgave you for kissing me.. like this - (in a hurry, without content and with nearly only desperation).

Crowley: "You didn't even listen to me back then, huh?"

*He takes off the sunglasses, first time in presence of the angel since the kiss. But he doesn't look at him. He's cleaning them with a small peace of fabric - looking down, eyebrows raised*

Crowley: "I wanted you to be with me. You didn't quite listen, did ya? I had already lost you! In your angel head you were already decorating your new Office in Heaven! I-"

*fastly puts sunglasses back on to look at Azi. Sees him there - finally listening. He seems to be able to understand it this time.

He takes them off again. Eye meets eye*

Crowley: "Maybe I was desperate. I mean- who wouldn't, if.. ugh.. if maybe the. The love of your life, perhaps - I couldn't let you go. After all I knew, heaven didn't want to treat you right! - you didn't know what happened in heaven, what happened to Gabriel!"

And then my dream faded, I am sorry.

But I feel like this was an healing experience after the ending of Season 2.

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a comic about fix-it fanfics

It's finished 🥳✨️

My WWDITS Nandermo Fix-it fic is finished. I'm free.

I loved writing this fic, but I'm glad it's done haha. 😂

ao3 link

Now I'm back on my usual bullshit with beloved Mr. Ancunin 😁

But I'm pretty sure this is isn't going to be my last work in the WWDITS fandom. I love them too much 😂

Stay safe, my darkest darlings 🥰

Whew. Chapter 7/8 of "When you're gone" online 🥳

This chapter ran a fucking marathon with me. But we did it, darkest darlings. We reached the finale. We earned our fluffy epilogue - which will follow soon 🥰✨️

Looking forward to it ❤️

(Astarion, I'm going to be back soon to continue our shenanigans, I swear 🤭😁)

When you're gone: Chapter 6/8 online

In which Nandermo watch Season 5. 😭 Suffering. Pining. Angst. Everything! 😭😍❤️

I've lost control over this chapter. It became a 5k words monstrosity. (Usually, my chapters have 2k. 😂)

Making myself sad while editing Chapter 6 of my WWDITS fix it, which is basically Nandor and Guillermo watching Season 5

I mean, imagine Nandor watching how Guillermo was turned. That he was buying his turning from anyone who would offer, just getting it over with in a supermarket backroom. To see how low Guillermo had stooped for it.

It's just so sad. I need to get to the fluff soon. XD

(Also quick reminder that this is not me abandoning my Astarion longfics. This is just a detour. I will be back.)

New fic: When you're gone

Fandom: What we do in the shadows

Pairing: Nandor / Guillermo

Rating: Teen +

Tags: Fix it, Post Season/Series Finale, Hurt/Comfort, No Smut, Mutual Pining, so much Pining, To the not-a-batcave!, Fuck Canon These Two Idiots Will Live Happily Ever After, Fluff, Soft Nandor, Nandor loves Guillermo, Colin Robinson being Colin Robinson

Summary:

Nandor and Guillermo are watching the documentary separately, seeing the parts they weren't aware of - and they have thoughts.Join me on a nostalgia train with extra fluff.

"When you're gone" by CosyBlue on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64346161/chapters/165183493

When your own WIP makes you cry... 😭

(This is not what it looks like, I haven't abandoned my Astarion fics. This is just a quick detour of vomiting out a multi-chapter fix-it to mend my broken heart after s6)

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Carrie & Matilda

As Matilda Wormwood does some research through the Chamberlain Archives, wanting to know more about the history leading to the events of the Black Prom, Carrie White’s ghost looms over the young girl, waiting for the right moment to strike.

I had been meaning to do something like this for a while since I got into painting this for a while. A picture for a potential movie poster or graphic novel of a crossover a lot of us want but can’t due to copyright: Carrie White and Matilda Wormwood.

I like to imagine the story taking place some time after the events of Matilda (the 1996 film version) in which Matilda begins to have visions of the old town of Chamberlain, Maine raided by ghosts, led by a very sad girl in red. Somehow she visits Chamberlain to investigate, asks the surviving townsfolk about what they recall what happened and why before finding a volume of the town’s archives. Later on, she confronts Carrie’s ghost, sympathizing as well as empathizing with the teenage ghost before somehow helping her realize the error of her ways and finding peace. In other words, my own take on the Laika stop-motion film ParaNorman.

Carrie belongs to Stephen King

Matilda belongs to Roald Dahl

a comic about fix-it fanfics

Just wondering does anyone know if Hondo Onaka has been the star of a Star Wars time travel fix-it? I just feel he would save things in the most unhinged and flamboyant way possible as a fantastic pirate captain.

Star Wars Fix-It Idea

What if Boba is less like… well, like Boba, and instead of going with Aurra Sing, he ends staying on Kamino for a year or two with his brothers. Before he leaves he tells then that he may not like or get along with most of them, but if they ever need info stolen or someone killed (on either side), really if they ever need a bounty hunter for anything, to comm him, and he’ll give them the friends and family discount.

Cut to later in the war, the clones don’t know Palps is a Sith, they just hate him for so, so many reasons. And then Thire, while on a comm with Fox’s batchmates, after finding Fox once more injured, covered in blood, and with no memory of where he’d been or what he’d been doing for the past week, asks how much it would cost to kill the chancellor. They spend a few weeks cashing in favors, scraping together credits (every clone in the GAR gives a few) and then reach out to Boba.

A week later Palps is taken by surprise, sniped through the head, and then disintegrated by a kid in Mandalorian armor.