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Anonymous whispered: Are you willing to do Supernatural/Castle crossover?

Sorry. Tumblr hasn’t been telling me when I have messages. But unfortunately, no. I haven’t seen Castle so I wouldn’t be able to hold up that side of the fic.

2 years ago with 0 notes
#Anonymous. #ask. #Castle. #Supernatural. #SPN. #Fics.
Anonymous whispered: If you still take requests, would you be willing to do a THG fic for Gale/Johanna? The prompt is forgiveness.

Forgiveness for Johanna hurting Katniss?

2 years ago with 0 notes
#Anonymous. #ask. #I have no idea how long this has been in here. #I'm so sorry.. #It didn't notify me.
that1guyfromgotham whispered: Hi there! :) I'm a new Tumblr and your blog and stories are amazing and I was just wondering...would it be possible to write a SuperWhoLock story that crosses over with the Buffyverse and Torchwood, and maybe has a Dean/Faith pairing? Sorry if that's too much fandom in one story, it's just a random thought I've had for a while, but I can never write a good one.

Why hello there and welcome to Tumblr! Thank you so much! I really appreciate that, and I’m very honored to have you following me. :) 

As for your request, as much as I would love to do it, I’m afraid I can’t. I, sadly, can’t remember much of Buffy —- which is weird because I remember I used to watch it all the time. And I have yet to start Torchwood (fail, I know!). So I would be missing two of the key ingredients for your fic. But I would have very much loved to have written this. I haven’t read any Dean/Faith fics myself, but I hear they’re quite the popular pairing. 

I’m really sorry that I couldn’t fulfill your request. But if you ever want to request something, the shows/books/movies/etc… that I can do, are on in the description on my blog.

2 years ago with 2 notes
#that1guyfromgotham. #ask. #Buffy. #Buffy the vampire slayer. #Torchwood. #fic.
Anonymous whispered: Whats the name of the music that you added in your fic?

I can’t be sure, but this is the title it was under; “Inuyasha -慕情- (transcribe)” 

You can find it here.

2 years ago with 1 note
#Inuyasha. #music. #Inuyasha music. #soundcloud. #ask. #anon. #anonymous.
one-job-kili-deactivated2013010 whispered: Fandom: Sherlockian all the way. Pairing: Sherlock/John. Prompt: uh... soon?

The prompt means what you want it to be about. 

Is there anything specific you want to happen? Or a theme?

2 years ago with Notes
#nerdherdistheword. #ask. #Sherlock. #John Watson. #Sherlock Holmes. #John/Sherlock. #Sherlock/John.
Gabriel pouted as he stared up at Michael, golden hues watering slightly. “Please?” He asked, chubby fingers pulling at his eldest brother’s robes. Michael looked down at the small angel, brows raising in question. 
“Gabriel, we’ve been over this,” he replied in a soft but stern tone. And as Gabriel’s pout widened and more tears welled in his eyes, Michael flickered his gaze elsewhere, knowing full well what was about to happen. “Gabriel, today is not—”
“—Lucifer!” Gabriel wailed out, releasing Michael to run to his older brother, tiny brown wings fluttering enough to pick him up off the ground so that he could throw him arms around Lucifer’s middle, clinging to him as if he were clinging for dear life. “Michael doesn’t want to take me out to fly,” he whined, burying his face into the angel’s chest. Lucifer wrapped an arm around his baby brother, careful with his wings, and patted the top of Gabriel’s hair, golden curls bouncing. 
“It’s alright, little one,” he cooed with a tender smile. He raised his gaze to Michael, lips pressed together. “You promised him that you would help teach him to fly.” 
Michael frowned at Lucifer. Why was it that whenever Gabriel never got his way, he went to Lucifer? “I’m busy.” 
“You aren’t busy right now,” Lucifer retorted with a small smirk he only used for Michael. Gabriel kept his face buried in Lucifer’s chest, trembling softly to show that he was crying. Lucifer stepped forward, shortening the distance between Michael and himself. “If you don’t teach him, how will he learn to fly?” With the hand that had been on top of Gabriel’s head, Lucifer reached out to cup Michael’s chin, running a smooth thumb over his lips. 
It was then Michael remembered why Gabriel always ran to Lucifer. “Very well,” he said, moving to pluck Gabriel from Lucifer. “I’ll take him out now, but you have to come with.” Lucifer shrugged with a smile and a small nod, winking down at Gabriel. Michael placed his brother down on the ground before he kneeled down to be eye level with him. “Promise you won’t cry anymore?” He asked, reaching a hand out to dry the child’s tears. 
Gabriel gave a small nod, standing with his chest puffed out, lips pursed in a determined line. “I promise,” he said, leaning into Michael’s hand before he reached up to take it between both of his own. “Can we fly over where they make candy?” He asked excitedly, tugging Michael out of the room, wings twitching with excitement. 
“That may be a little too low for you,” Michael replied. Gabriel pouted up at him, then his gaze flickered to Lucifer. 
“Oh, I’m sorry. I have agree with Michael on that, Gabriel.”
“Well, then can one of you get me candy?” Gabriel looked between them, batting his eyelashes in an exaggerated way. The two older brothers laughed softly, a beautiful sound Gabriel had come to love very much. Especially when he was the reason for such laughter. “Pleeeeeeeeease?” He asked, letting Michael’s hand go so that he could cling to his brothers’ legs; one arm wrapped around Michael’s, the other around Lucifer’s. “I promise I’ll stop throwing things during family meetings,” he promised. Michael smiled softly and leaned down to peel Gabriel from their legs, holding him in his arms.
“As long as you stop throwing things during the family meetings.” Michael was sure this promise would be kept, only because Gabriel would find another way to disrupt the family meetings. The tiny angel grinned at his brothers and leaned in to kiss Michael’s cheek, arms wrapping tightly around his neck as he rested his head against his shoulder. Just because he was learning to fly didn’t mean that he had to fly now. He could let his big brothers do that for him.

Gabriel pouted as he stared up at Michael, golden hues watering slightly. “Please?” He asked, chubby fingers pulling at his eldest brother’s robes. Michael looked down at the small angel, brows raising in question. 

“Gabriel, we’ve been over this,” he replied in a soft but stern tone. And as Gabriel’s pout widened and more tears welled in his eyes, Michael flickered his gaze elsewhere, knowing full well what was about to happen. “Gabriel, today is not—”

“—Lucifer!” Gabriel wailed out, releasing Michael to run to his older brother, tiny brown wings fluttering enough to pick him up off the ground so that he could throw him arms around Lucifer’s middle, clinging to him as if he were clinging for dear life. “Michael doesn’t want to take me out to fly,” he whined, burying his face into the angel’s chest. Lucifer wrapped an arm around his baby brother, careful with his wings, and patted the top of Gabriel’s hair, golden curls bouncing. 

“It’s alright, little one,” he cooed with a tender smile. He raised his gaze to Michael, lips pressed together. “You promised him that you would help teach him to fly.” 

Michael frowned at Lucifer. Why was it that whenever Gabriel never got his way, he went to Lucifer? “I’m busy.” 

“You aren’t busy right now,” Lucifer retorted with a small smirk he only used for Michael. Gabriel kept his face buried in Lucifer’s chest, trembling softly to show that he was crying. Lucifer stepped forward, shortening the distance between Michael and himself. “If you don’t teach him, how will he learn to fly?” With the hand that had been on top of Gabriel’s head, Lucifer reached out to cup Michael’s chin, running a smooth thumb over his lips. 

It was then Michael remembered why Gabriel always ran to Lucifer. “Very well,” he said, moving to pluck Gabriel from Lucifer. “I’ll take him out now, but you have to come with.” Lucifer shrugged with a smile and a small nod, winking down at Gabriel. Michael placed his brother down on the ground before he kneeled down to be eye level with him. “Promise you won’t cry anymore?” He asked, reaching a hand out to dry the child’s tears. 

Gabriel gave a small nod, standing with his chest puffed out, lips pursed in a determined line. “I promise,” he said, leaning into Michael’s hand before he reached up to take it between both of his own. “Can we fly over where they make candy?” He asked excitedly, tugging Michael out of the room, wings twitching with excitement. 

“That may be a little too low for you,” Michael replied. Gabriel pouted up at him, then his gaze flickered to Lucifer. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I have agree with Michael on that, Gabriel.”

“Well, then can one of you get me candy?” Gabriel looked between them, batting his eyelashes in an exaggerated way. The two older brothers laughed softly, a beautiful sound Gabriel had come to love very much. Especially when he was the reason for such laughter. “Pleeeeeeeeease?” He asked, letting Michael’s hand go so that he could cling to his brothers’ legs; one arm wrapped around Michael’s, the other around Lucifer’s. “I promise I’ll stop throwing things during family meetings,” he promised. Michael smiled softly and leaned down to peel Gabriel from their legs, holding him in his arms.

“As long as you stop throwing things during the family meetings.” Michael was sure this promise would be kept, only because Gabriel would find another way to disrupt the family meetings. The tiny angel grinned at his brothers and leaned in to kiss Michael’s cheek, arms wrapping tightly around his neck as he rested his head against his shoulder. Just because he was learning to fly didn’t mean that he had to fly now. He could let his big brothers do that for him.

2 years ago with 15 notes
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