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November 11 2017

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startreksecretsanta:

Star Trek Secret Santa 2017

What is Star Trek Secret Santa?

Star Trek Secret Santa is an anonymous fanworks exchange for the Star Trek universe. Eligible fandoms are The Original Series, The Animated Series, The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, Voyager, Enterprise, The Alternate Original Series, Discovery, Galaxy Quest and The Orville.

All types of fanworks are welcome.

How does it work?

When you sign up you make three requests. They can be from any fandom above or crossovers between those fandoms. I do ask that the requests be kept relatively simple. (ex. chapel/uhura fluff, julian bashir and kukalaka, voyager crew in the mirrorverse) If you are making a request featuring any tos/aos characters please specify if you want them in the tos or aos verse.

Once signups end, I will send you the url of the person you are making a fanwork for, and their requests. You will have the month of December to fill one of their requests. This is an anonymous exchange so if you have any questions for your recipient please either ask them on anon, or contact me and I will relay the question to them. Also please have your ask box opened, either I or your gift giver may need to contact you.

On the signup form it asks if you are willing to be a pinch hitter. If people need to drop out for any reason pinch hitters will be assigned to make an extra fanwork. If you agree to be a pinch hitter, I will make a extra gift for you.

If you need to drop out or are going to be late with your gift please let me know ASAP. If you do not make an gift without informing me that you are dropping out, you will not be allowed to participate in next year’s swap.

Important Dates

November 30th - signups end at 11:59 est

December 1-2 - I will message you your recipient

December 21 - 31 - You may start to post your gifts. I will make a post with more details about posting closer to this date.

How do I sign up?

Fill out this form!

Reblog this and spread the word!

Happy Holidays and Live Long And Prosper!

November 09 2017

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fantor:

Added some info because people were either curious or didn’t get it? I mean, I’m 7,000 notes too late to fix stuff since my comment “The twist is they are all dragons” was removed somewhere in the chain. I just really want people to laugh AND learn, ya know? DRAGONS!!

Ugh, ok, one more thing then I stop messing with this. Why are these dragons and why are dragons so wide spread? ChaosKampf. It all started in some Proto-Indo-European religion and then spread everywhere. I did not include critters from the Americas or Australia, because you can’t connect their water serpent myths to Indo-Europe. Eastern Asian Dragons did develop separately originally but then cultural diffusion yadda yadda GRIFFONS HAVE BEAKS AND ARE BENEVOLENT GUARDIAN CREATURES DISTINCT FROM THE CHAOSKAMPF NARRATIVE HIGH FIVE KUR DON’T LEAVE HIM HANGING  

November 05 2017

theasgardiandetective:

tfw ur trying to write plot but ur brain only provides you with out-of-sequence snippets built on vague ideas and an endless number of potential outcomes that develop and branch out unnaturally over an unspecified timespan

November 04 2017

harry potter prompts?

anon is open too

October 31 2017

snakepotter:

ok yeah i’m going to bed BUT i just did a facebook live thing of the hp lovecraft so if u want to hear a welsh guy with a posh-ish english accent reading lovecraft’s the nameless city! here is ur chance

pls direct any commentary, marriage proposals or threats to my askbox, and i hope if u listen to the story you enjoy! happy halloween and goodnight!!

October 24 2017

Here I’ll tell you the tale of a woman named Lacie,
Though now I shall warn you: the tale will be racy,
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here,
And who enter young Lacie
With nothing to fear.

In her youth she was healthy, broad-shouldered and tall,
She played chess in the evenings, and the mornings, football,
And then in her teens she added some more,
Did her hobbies and homework, and even some chores.
As a woman, my God, dear Lacie was grand:
Her Leaving exams went precisely as planned:
For the price of her soul and her time and her wits,
She got six hundred points before she called it quits!
Her HPAT was fine, her interview better,
And Lace was a Gaeilgeoir – perfect down to the letter.
She started to study for her Medical Degree:
Lacie O’Malley: a surgeon to be.

The faults in dear Lacie were exceedingly few:
She was charming, and clever, and very kind too,
But for Ms. O’Malley there was some bother,
The sort that may get you hot under your collar.
Ms O’Malley, a fine girl, turned many a head,
But something was missing when she got into bed.
With fellas, she thought, they’re just without a clue,
They look right at you, and say, “Was that good for you too?”
Oh, the thrusting and moaning and flopping about,
But Lacie wasn’t coming – she was without a doubt.

Lacie O’Malley was a scholar at heart,
So off to the library to study this sexual art!
The problem, said one book, was down to the action,
So Lacie changed tact with her simple attractions.
She laid on her back and she spread out her thighs,
Winked at her man, and said, “Eyes on the prize.”
And he knelt there, head down, and put his mouth to work,
But she was unmoved, was Lacie, and felt scarcely a jerk.

Back to the library: a book told her lube!
It can come in a can, a sachet or a tube!
You need to be wet enough, or you’re likely to tear,
And Lacie thought of the wet patch and said,
“There’s no problem there.”
So another book, now: the problem is men.
If a cock doesn’t work then get yourself a hen.
So Lacie went out to her nearest gay bar,
And picked a girl with a buzzcut and a skill at guitar.

But that didn’t work either, and now Lacie was glum:
Try as she might, she just couldn’t come!
She got wet, that was true, and sex felt okay,
But surely there’d be pleasure if she could just find the way!
So now, stubborn lass, to necessity she succumbed:
She went to her doctor, and said, “I can’t come.”
“Are you sad? Are you stressed? Does it hurt when you fuck?”
And she said “No” three times: he said it’s just rotten luck.
So Lacie, unhappy, went out for a drive,
And stopped at a wood, parked the car at the wayside.
Lacie got out and walked under the trees,
And she came to a clearing and just enjoyed the breeze.

The wood, she’d been told, when she was a child,
Was home to a spirit, who was magic and wild.
It was silly, she thought, to put stock in such things,
But she looked at the floor and spied some fairy rings.
So Lacie O’Malley sat back on a tree stump
And said, “I can’t come, and I’m down in the dumps!
If yer wan on that Sex In The City can have one,
Why can’t me, a real person, have myself an orgasm?”
Lacie looked ‘round and saw nothing was lurking,
But little did she know that the magic was working!
“O faery, o lady, o spirit, please hear what I say!”
And along came a spider, who crawled up inside her,
And took all her troubles away.

Lacie drove home, grumpy and pissed,
But Lacie was stubborn, and so did she persist.
Sitting down on her bed, and dressing down for the night,
She put a hand on herself and got quite a fright.
The electric sensation was some kind of shock,
And she moaned and she groaned and the bed, how it rocked!
The spider had made herself a home in the flesh
Burrowing in and starting her web there afresh!
Thanks to the spell, Lacie felt no pain,
And felt only the pleasure, again and again.

Lacie spent that night alone in her room,
With no thought at all of leaving it soon!
The vibrator she’d bought, left unused on the sill,
Was now her best friend and gave her a thrill!
And Lacie O’Malley, for the first time, she came,
And then came again, and again, without shame.
At lectures, distracted, she couldn’t think straight,
And asked a young fella to come over at eight.
The waiting was awful, and her classes ran long,
But at home she dressed up in chemise and a thong.

For the first time in her life, she was actually turned on,
And so she waited and thought of her beau: young Seán.
Seán was a rower, but compact and short,
Ah, but he’s long where it matters, so young Lacie thought.
He came through the door in a shirt of crisp white,
And Lacie stared at him and thought, “God, what a sight.”
His pride still embittered by his last attempt at her crotch,
He got on his knees and kicked it up a notch.

She loved it, his mouth and the twist of his tongue,
And he sucked at her clit and he tasted her come.
Cheered on by the fact that he’d brought her to the peak,
He put on a Johnny and set about making her shriek.
And for her, every thrust was unlike any before,
And she felt pleasure come out of her every pore.
But the spider was hungry, and was misjudging its choice,
For flies don’t like pussies (we can gladly rejoice).

Faeries, you see, cannot always be trusted,
And expectations with them must sometimes be… Adjusted.
The spider, most polite, and not wanting to be greedy,
Decided to take a small piece – and about it, was speedy!
Seán, how he screamed, and he pulled away from her,
With blood on his thighs and of course, on his todger.
The spider you see, had a size that was great,
And her idea of “small” was up for debate.

With Séan’s tweets on the horror of vagina dentata,
Young Lacie was abruptly persona non grata,
And to this day, Lacie takes no flesh inside her,
Lest it fall prey to the hunger of her personal spider.
But Lacie’s now a happy lass, a surgeon of renown,
And her sex life never gives her cause to ever wear a frown.
See, a spider’s got some teeth alright, but those teeth have their limits,
And trying to bite a strap-on – well, there’s nothing in it.

So that’s the tale of Gracie, from start all to the end,
Happy with Cecilia, her scientist girlfriend.

Lacie O’Malley & The Black Widow.

October 21 2017

Any Snarry fans have any requests or prompts?

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dictionarywrites:

                                          RULES

1. Be nice! HPF is not a place to air personal grievances or attack each other! If you have a disagreement with another member, it should be done privately. The chat does not allow bigotry of any kind, including but not limited to racism, homophobia, antisemitism and sexism. Keep things civil! 

 2. No ship wars. Seriously, no talk about whether ships are “better” than one another, or whether any of them are more supported by canonic evidence - you’re allowed to have preferences, and you’re allowed to say you’re not interested in certain ships or tropes, but don’t shame other people for having them! 

 3. Invite your friends. This is an open chat, so feel free to share our link (link.link) or invite your friends. Remember that this is PRIMARILY a fanfic chat, though, and particularly a HP one! 

 4. Warn for NSFW links. For NSFW images, art or videos, post them into the dedicated #nsfw chat. NSFW chatter is allowed in all the channels, unless specified otherwise. Bearing that in mind, however… 

 5. This is a 16+ chat. If you’re younger than 16, come back when you are. There are likely to be mature themes in the chat, including NSFW recs and chatter. Do not invite under-16s to the chat. 

 6. There are dedicated channels for talking about particular ships! If you’d like one to be added, please let a mod know. 

We currently have specialist channels for SNARRY, DRARRY, DRAMIONE, SNAMIONE, HINNY, ROMIONE AND WOLFSTAR. More will be added as we get people aboard!

                            JOIN OUR DISCORD HERE!

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dictionarywrites:

THE NEW HARRY POTTER KINK MEME!

We need prompters, fillers and, most crucially, readers! Please signal boost where possible. <3

Come along and post your requests for your smuttiest, filthiest smut. Any pairing is fine - the only restrictions are no extreme underage (under 14) and no RPF! 

butlerkitty:

some shithead: oc x canon is so cringy!!! eww!!! cringe LMAO!!! stop shipping yourself/your ocs with canon characters ://

me: 

October 20 2017

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                                          RULES

1. Be nice! HPF is not a place to air personal grievances or attack each other! If you have a disagreement with another member, it should be done privately. The chat does not allow bigotry of any kind, including but not limited to racism, homophobia, antisemitism and sexism. Keep things civil! 

 2. No ship wars. Seriously, no talk about whether ships are “better” than one another, or whether any of them are more supported by canonic evidence - you’re allowed to have preferences, and you’re allowed to say you’re not interested in certain ships or tropes, but don’t shame other people for having them! 

 3. Invite your friends. This is an open chat, so feel free to share our link (link.link) or invite your friends. Remember that this is PRIMARILY a fanfic chat, though, and particularly a HP one! 

 4. Warn for NSFW links. For NSFW images, art or videos, post them into the dedicated #nsfw chat. NSFW chatter is allowed in all the channels, unless specified otherwise. Bearing that in mind, however… 

 5. This is a 16+ chat. If you’re younger than 16, come back when you are. There are likely to be mature themes in the chat, including NSFW recs and chatter. Do not invite under-16s to the chat. 

 6. There are dedicated channels for talking about particular ships! If you’d like one to be added, please let a mod know. 

We currently have specialist channels for SNARRY, DRARRY, DRAMIONE, SNAMIONE, HINNY, ROMIONE AND WOLFSTAR. More will be added as we get people aboard!

                            JOIN OUR DISCORD HERE!

I was thinking I’d set up a Discord for readers/writers of Harry Potter fanfic!

Would anyone be interested in something like that?

I was thinking as well as a main chat to talk about stuff, we could have dedicated channels for particular ships!

Silk Cut. Low tar.

Post-DH. Written for a prompt on Potions & Snitches: “There was haunting music coming from the Quidditch pitch.”

Severus is watching the Halloween proceedings: he is interrupted by Harry Potter himself. 1200 words. 

The music is loud and eerie, and it carries on the breeze, coming up and echoing through the archways of the viaduct. Severus leans against the arch of stone to his left, looking down the slope toward the Quidditch pitch. The voices are high and slightly dissonant, and he thinks he recognizes the artists if not the song itself: sung in Latin, with strange peaks and troughs in the music, he knows the unique sound of the choir of ghosts that record their music in the catacombs beneath Paris.

Hovering above the pitch are a few hundred pumpkins with faces carved into their sides, lit within by coloured candles that glow a haunting green.

Seeing the glow of dark green light, Severus is reminded of the way the Dark Mark hangs in the sky, and he lets out a slow exhalation. He furrows his brow slightly, wrinkling his nose: in the air, there is an ashy scent that brings back sudden memories of his childhood home in Cokeworth, memories of sitting in the front room with the hope that his father might finish his cigarette, and then speak with him.

“No smoking on the Hogwarts grounds, Potter,” he says. Coming slowly up the steps, a slight stiffness to his left side, Potter grins at him. It was pure bad luck that forced his retirement from the Auror force not eight months after joining. Severus had seen Potter’s scars printed in a glossy magazine, spread like a well-rooted plant across his side, and digging into the very bone.

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“You want one? They’re low tar.” Potter blows out a playful ring of smoke, and he grins, showing off his teeth. Despite the difficulty he has in using stairs or walking distances, Potter does not seem especially upset about his new position on the Hogwarts staff, teaching Charms alongside Filius and assisting him in building a new duelling course.

Now that the war is through, Minerva had decided each of the staff ought take on some manner of apprentice, opening Hogwarts up to more staff and adding more classes to the syllabus; Potter and Filius work exceedingly well together, and Filius seems delighted with his progress.

Severus, for his part, keeps to the dungeons, and he works through every Saturday with Jakob Mikkelsen, his replacement. Jakob Mikkelsen teaches classes, grades essays, works with the students themselves; Aurora Sinistra is now the Head of Slytherin house. Severus’ position is administrative, working out the accounts for the Potions department, and brewing the potions used by the infirmary. He had agreed to remain at Hogwarts for a year, but he had not consented to teach, and Minerva had been far from reluctant to allow him an alternate position.

Last night, while working through the contents of Albus’ office (because it is Albus’ office to him, even now, even after last year’s horror), Minerva had come to him with the stack of resignation letters that Severus had penned every single year, at the end of the spring term.

“There are over fifteen letters here!”

“I attempted to resign every year,” Severus had said, mildly, over his breakfast coffee.

“Attempted?”

“Albus wouldn’t accept them. I remained tenacious.” And even after his death, Severus had not yet been permitted to leave. Minerva had stared at Severus’ face, her blue eyes wide with uncertainty, perhaps a bare hint of fear – what if, she seemed to think, Albus wasn’t the man she thought he was?

“But why resign? You truly hated Hogwarts so much?”

“I have never hated Hogwarts,” Severus had replied. “I hate teaching.”

“Severus?” Potter says, and Severus feels his eyes focus on the boy. Not even twenty, and with a disabling injury to his hip, and with the weight of the Wizarding World upon his belt. “You okay?” Severus stares at Potter’s face, his gaze hard, but Potter is unflinching.

“I’ve been observing the Halloween proceedings.” He cannot allow Potter to ask him personal questions of any nature, else it will soon devolve into questions about his past, or of his time at Hogwarts, or of the war. Severus is willing to be civil, but he has lines he will not cross.

“The kids are really getting into it,” Potter says, smiling and standing beside Severus. Severus is aware of Potter’s aggressively Muggle attire, his denim jeans, his thickly-corded woollen jumper, paired with dragon hide boots and a silver cloak worn over top. Severus has a sensitive nose, and he smells cigarette smoke mixed with parchment and blooming flowers, and the honeyed note of Potter’s shampoo. “You like Halloween?”

“Ms Hayworth has done admirably in organising the event,” Severus says, as if he does not hear the question. “It is to be admired: Ms Hayworth was a curse-breaker when she left Hogwarts. She became a historian, of course, but she has brought many jinxes to the popular vernacular.”

“Celia’s a nice girl. You like her?” Severus hesitates, for the barest moment. The ghostly choir is reaching a haunting crescendo, rising on the wind.

“Ms Hayworth is a very innovative woman,” Severus says. “I have a distinct respect for her.” There it is. The floodgates have opened: Severus has overstepped his very own boundary in answering a question, and now Potter will begin his tirade of questions, those questions he is so desperately hoarding, to interrogate Severus about his every wrong decision.

“Me too,” Potter says, and he offers Severus the box of his cigarettes. Silk Cut, the packet decrees. “They’re low tar.”

“You said that already.”

“They seem to think it’s important.” Severus takes a cigarette from the box, and Potter waves his hand, muttering a word that isn’t Incendio: the cigarette lights. Potter grins at him. “You impressed? Wandless magic, Severus. I learned it in my hospital bed.”

“Can you do anything other than light a cigarette, Potter?”

“Nope,” Potter says, proudly. Severus feels his lip twitch. Severus draws the cigarette to the mouth, feeling the rush over the roof of his mouth and the slight burn in the back of his throat. “I’m gonna head down to the Halloween party. You wanna come? We can dance.”

“Do you know how to dance?”

“Would you teach me?”

“Minerva will.”

“Can you dance?”

“Some.”

“Do you?”

“No.”

“You don’t like parties?”

“Hate them.”

“Me too,” Potter says: it seems honest.

“Why are you going to the party?” Severus feels himself ask, unbidden. “If you don’t like them?”

“Don’t we all do what’s expected of us?” Harry asks, exhaling smoke through his nose like a dragon in a children’s tale.

“Not all,” Severus says. “Good night, Potter.”

“Happy Halloween, Severus. Think you might call me Harry any time soon?”

“Good night, Potter.” Potter’s smile is full of nothing but warmth, and although Severus can see the tiredness in his eyes and the stiffness in his side, Potter seems content to leave it at the wayside. Severus feels the cigarette in his hand, and he is reminded of the last summer he and Lily were friends, sitting on the roof of the closed-down rooftile factory and sharing a pilfered cigarette – she’d taken it from Tuney’s handbag.

Silk Cut. Low tar.

Severus leans his back against the wall and, out of curiosity more than anything else, merely to see if he can still do it, he exhales with his lips parted in an O, his tongue shifting with the movement. The ring of smoke is perfectly circular, and as Severus makes his way down to the dungeons, away from the music of the Halloween party, he allows himself the barest smile.

October 19 2017

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–s-a-r-a–:

Every fan every time

October 17 2017

Reblog this post to be added to a masterlist of Harry Potter Universe Roleplayers.

October 15 2017

The Serpent’s Gaze: Canon Characters In The Alternate Universe

snakepotter:

Hey, so because I’m based on such a huge AU, I just wanted to make a note of Harry’s relationships with each of the different canon characters within the bounds of the universe!

By NO MEANS does this mean if we interact that you have to go by the stuff that happens in The Serpent’s Gaze, as it’s a big AU and the versions of the characters may not match what would be IC for you! It’s just a cheat sheet so you can see the rough ideas of how things are different, or how events have altered in this continuity.

I’ve put names in alphabetical order, with appearances listed with each character too. If you want a character added, just let me know!

Currently entries for: Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Gilderoy Lockhart, Molly Weasley, Remus Lupin, Fred & George Weasley, Augusta Longbottom.

Keep reading

October 14 2017

snakepotter:

reblog this with your favourite harry potter roleplayers??? i’m looking for new people to follow!!!

October 13 2017

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snakepotter:

                    The prettiest flowers have the sharpest teeth.

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                                     THE SERPENT’S GAZE:
           A HEAVILY DIVERGENT SLYTHERIN!HARRY AU

There are poisons that blind you, and poisons that open your eyes. The pride of a Slytherin is in his resource and cunning, and in the serpent’s discerning gaze. At Hogwarts, Harry Potter learns to value pride, loyalty, and poison over mercy.

This series starts in Harry’s first year and continues onwards, diverging entirely from the canon by the fifth year. Slytherin!Harry, no Horcruxes,  no Riddle Diary, no graveyard, no Hallows. Re: the AU, no creature inheritance, no Lord Potter, no harems, no nonsense. Ships are peripheral, and aren’t central to the plot, but thus far include Harry/Blaise, Harry/Luna and Remus/Sirius; Harry isn’t going to end up with the love of his life at fifteen years old, focus on realistic sexual tension and changing relationships.

Primary characters include Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Fred & George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Lucius & Narcissa Malfoy, Severus Snape, Gilderoy Lockhart and a diverse cast of both canon and original characters alike. 

Book One: Hatching Snakes

Harry arrives at Hogwarts and is sorted into Slytherin: here he embarks on a campaign to understand the wizarding world as much as possible, and makes the connections that will mould him into the man he is destined to be. 46k, Complete, Rated T.

FFnet | Ao3 | Potions & Snitches | AFF | Wattpad

Book Two: Slytherin’s Secrets

The Chamber of Secrets is open, and the horrors within are illuminated by dismal torchlight, squinting down at their thick journals and handwritten notes as they peer around the room. The abandoned halls, long-since built by Salazar Slytherin, are crawling with them… Historians.

Harry’s second year at Hogwarts looks to be even more eventful than his first. 36k, Complete, Rated T.

FFnet | Ao3 | Potions & Snitches | AFF | Wattpad

Book Three: The Convict’s Cry

When Harry Potter meets a raving tramp on Kellogg’s Walk, one that mumbles to him about Hogwarts, he doesn’t suspect that it will change his life as he knows it. But it does.

Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban, and Harry has to protect him from the Aurors and Dementors after his head. 47k, Complete, Rated T.

FFnet | Ao3 | AFF | Wattpad

Book Four: Betting On Blood

By the time Harry arrives for the term of his fourth year at Hogwarts, he’s battled doxies, puffskeins, and even the dangerous teenage moodswing. Unfortunately, that’s not all the world has in store: his name is dropped into the Goblet of Fire, and Harry’s life descends into its usual state of chaos.

At the very least, he gets to see a few more pretty girls than usual. 107K, Complete, Rated M.

FFnet | Ao3 | AFF | Wattpad

Book Five: The Lernaean Hydra

The Lernaean Hydra has many heads, and it seems as if you will never cut them all away. It’s near immortal - as if it will never die.

With the death of Lucius Malfoy, the wizarding war is tipped into motion, but Harry Potter doesn’t feel prepared to approach it. 40k+, WIP, Rated M.

FFnet | Ao3 | AFF | Wattpad

Other links:

Ao3 Series (including ficlets) | Slytherin!Harry RP | Author Talk Thread | Feedback Survey

October 12 2017

quantumghoul:

when someone grossly misinterprets your fav and somehow it is popular and somehow more well-liked than their complex canon personality and storyline

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