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Since my own Jonathan is so much OOC he is basically an OC himself, I gotta ask: Do you have any vampire/immortal OCs (or if you don't, who of your OC's would turn into one for whatever reason, be it survival, power, accident etc 👀)

I do actually!

I have a lot of Immortal OCs! Valus, Judge, Cedric, Mako, Cicero, and my Horror monster duo can live forever.

I did, once, have a vampire OC. I haven't been using him, but he exists. His name is Aramastus. He was an older man, lots of tattoos, definitely a dilf. But I stopped playing DnD so he stopped getting used. I only have 1 Pic of him and its a commission. I bought it from Aperns on Artists and Clients :)

-a little sketch for wonderful @0nelittlebirdtoldme 🤲❤️

Summer Fic Reading Bingo

This is a low key summer reading challenge specifically for fandom. All you have to do to participate is get a bingo card, read a fic, leave a comment, and mark that square off on your card! We hope this will encourage you to step outside your go-to fandom paths and find something new and amazing.

Sign up here.

The challenge will run from June 21, 2023 to September 21, 2023.

Your friendly mods are @carcrash429 and @therealjambery. Now get reading!

FAQ below the cut.

Q: What's all this, then? A: This is a low key summer reading challenge specifically for fandom. All you have to do to participate is get a bingo card, read a fic, leave a comment, and mark that square off on your card!

Q: How do I sign up? A: Fill out this form!

Q: What are the dates of the challenge? A: This year the summer reading challenge starts on the summer solstice, June 21, 2023. You have until the fall equinox, September 21, 2023 to complete your bingo card.

Q: Who can participate? A: Anyone who reads fanfiction!

Q: Can I get a text-based bingo card instead of an image? A: Absolutely, please let us know you’d prefer that format when you sign up.

Q: Do I have to leave a comment to complete the square? A: Yes. I mean, we're not going to check up on you or anything, so it's the honor system. But let's give creators some love, shall we?

Q: Can I listen to podfic instead? A: Yup! The comment rule still applies, though.

Q: What if the thing I'm using to complete my square isn't on AO3? A: That's fine. You can reblog on Tumblr, leave a comment on a blog post, or otherwise let the creator know you enjoyed their story/art/podfic.

Q: What sort of things are on the bingo card? A: You can see our full list here.

Q: What if there is one of my triggers or something that squicks me on the list? A: Just let us know when you sign up and we'll make sure you get a card that doesn't have those things on it.

Q: What do you mean by [fill in the blank]? Does this fic count for that square? A: It's up to your interpretation - we wanted to leave things as broad as possible. If you're really stuck, send us an ask and we can talk about it!

Q: What do I win if I get a bingo? A: The priceless satisfaction of a job well done. Also, we might have something special for you at the end. Guess you'll have to participate to find out.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, so here at Midsummer, we’ve got another round from our Marvel Rare Pair Bingo (https://marvelrarepairbingo.tumblr.com/) to gift you like the blessings of magic summer.  Our creators have been diligent and productive with their imaginative offerings!  Round Two keeps churing out the excitement while the temps (at least in the Northern Hemisphere) keep rising.  But what’s hotter?  The sun beating down on Texas or the great fics from our bingo family?  (Hint: it’s the stories!)  If you’re looking for some steam while sitting inside with your a/c, check out this list.  If you’re interesting in joining in, check out our Bingo (you can always still sign up!) and give our Discord Server (https://discord.gg/TVTTrYzvrU) a try!

For more on this month’s great submissions check it out under the cut!

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Marvel at Rare Pairs Big Bang 2023! 🥳

Hey anyone and everyone! 🙋🏻

➡️ Do you have a ship that you love that’s rare? I’m talking truly rare with less than 3000 posted works? Well, this bang is for you! We have FIVE whole MONTHS to come up with a minimum of 10,000 words or 1 awesome completed art piece. ✍️ 🖼️

A lot of ships shared and talked about, dozens of events already existing for, are banned in this event purely to give light to the really rare stuff! The stuff even people reading top ships may truly wish existed for them to enjoy instead 🥺 So consider that when considering participating in this bang 👀 at least twenty ships are out of the running, listed in our event rules document HERE. 📃

Our event is very laid back and supportive. Even if you don't plan on participating or don't have a solid idea, if you love rare pairs like us you are welcome to join our Discord Server HERE too. ⬅️😘

2023 SCHEDULE

June 15, 2023 - Sign Ups Open

July 30, 2023 - 1st Check In 

August 1, 2023 - Sign Ups Close 

August 15, 2023 - 2nd Check In & Claims Reminder 

August 30, 2023 - Summary & Partial Draft/Sketch Due (50%) for Anyone Participating in Claims 

September 15, 2023 - 3rd Check In 

September 30, 2023 - Posting Schedule Organizing & Links to Drafts 

October 20, 2023 - Posting Begins 

SIGN UP FORM ➡️ HERE

We really look forward to seeing you participate! 💗 Whether you are adding to a 2000 existing work ship or being the first creator of a ship! Maybe this could even be your first time branching out into rare pairs? I'm pretty sure we are all cool with corruption. 😏

Come to the rare side. We have cookies. 🍪🍪🍪🍪

18: Oral sex

TW: Blackout drunk

Clint wakes up to the smell of coffee. He blinks his eyes open in a dimly lit room. The ceiling looks different. At a second glance, everything looks different. And for some reason, he is lying with his head on the wrong end of the bed.

“Morning sleepyhead.” Bucky signs. At least Clint thinks so. He’s upside down. Or is Clint upside down? That would fit with the bed thing. 

Trying to figure that out hurts Clint’s brain, so he focuses instead on what is on the tray Bucky set on the bed next to him. Another wave of pain shooting through his head as he sits up makes the decision of whether or not Clint should take the ibuprofen easy, and the decision to down the coffee in a few quick swigs is easy too, even if it’s still steaming hot and burns his throat.

The more difficult decision comes with the hearing aids, but after a moment of weighing the pros and cons, he puts them in anyway. He’s too lazy to sign, even if sound makes the headache worse. That’s what the pain medications are for, right?

“You are only allowed iced coffee from now on.” Bucky decides. He sounds worried and shocked. Clint just shrugs as he looks around the room. His clothes are littered all over the floor, clashing uncomfortably with the otherwise very clean and empty room.

Wait.

If all his clothes are lying on the floor… He checks, just to be completely sure. And yes, he’s naked. In Bucky’s bed. “Did we…?" He stammers.

“Yes.”

“And I…”

"Yes. You practically begged to.”

Groaning Clint drops back on the mattress. “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh no,” Bucky says, leaning over him again. “You don’t get to apologise for the possibly best blowjob I have ever had.”

“Possibly?” Clint sits up too quickly, but his hurt ego was is important than his hurting head.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t be surprised if your sober blowjobs are even better. You could barely see straight yesterday.”

“Wanna try?” Clint smirks, not expecting Bucly to actually take the offer.

But apparently he is wrong with that, as Bucky drops his sweats even before Clint has finished speaking.

But at the sight of his gorgeous super-soldier dick, he understands why the drunk version of him was so insistent.

@slashmultiverse

Day 17: Detention and Almost getting caught

"Someone’s coming.” Peter grabbed his father’s wrist and stopped him from rounding the corner. They stood in the shadow and watched Charles and Hank walk by. The two were deep in conversation and didn’t pay Erik and Peter any attention.

“Now.” Peter checked again, and they continued their way to his room without any more incidents.

Erik locked the door with a flick of his wrist while Peter already spread the goods on his bed. That was when they both heard Charles’ annoyed voice in their heads: “Hiding doesn’t help against telepathy. Give everything back and then meet with me.”

@slashmultiverse

inofficial continuation of: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42122973

@slashmultiverse Daily Pride Prompt Day 6: Voyage

@julybreakbingo Prompt: Pirate AU

Up Here

Clint was standing in the crow's nest, leaning into Bucky’s embrace and watching into the distance. He let his gaze wander over the open sea.

Up here, where he was alone and could see for miles and miles, surrounded only by water and wind, he felt truly free and truly like himself.

Under him, the crew was busy. People were cleaning the planks, working on the sails, or fixing the damage the last fight had caused. Men were running around, yelling, and working loudly.

But up here, everything was quiet.

Clint’s hearing had never been the best, but after years of cannon fire and taking a few too many hits, he was barely able to understand human speech anymore.

But that didn’t matter up here.

Up here, everything was quiet anyway.

Up here, everything that mattered was how far he could see and how early he could make out land or other ships.

There was a reason Clint was the one sitting in the crow’s nest. It was the same reason they called him Hawkeye.

Clint had always had phenomenal eyesight.

And that was everything that mattered up here.

Clint looked down for a moment. He saw the chaos and all the other sailors working.

Sometimes, he thought back to the days he spent running around, cleaning, or fixing stuff. It had been good days, full of excitement and other people.

Still, he preferred being up here.

Up here, he met few people.

Sometimes Bucky would join him when the chaos between the others got too much for him or when he felt lonely.

But most times, Clint was alone up here.

On long travels, Clint could spend days up here.

Only climbing down to fulfil basic human needs or when he saw a ship they wanted to fight.

Otherwise, he would stay up here, being visited by Bucky every once in a while but spending most of the time on his own.

Up here, everything he had was wind and weather, and the open sea.

That was everything he needed up here.

Up here, Clint felt safe.

And being up here meant to be free.

Being up here was what being a pirate meant to Clint.

Can also be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47701165

The Reporter and The Lawyer - The Devil and the Protector

Title: The Reporter and The Lawyer - The Devil and the Protector

Pairing: Matt Murdock/ Eddie Brock

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2333

Warnings: Graphic Intimacy

Summary: Matt picks up a strange man in a bar. But when he takes him home, the evening turns even stranger.

Created for:

@slashmultiverse Daily Pride Prompts: 2: "Formal Wear", 3: Threesome/Moresome

@anyfandomgoesbingo / Square(s) Filled: "Threesome"

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47597293

In order to be a writer, you must W.R.I.T.E!

W: Whine with every word you write

R: Reread your past writing before reevaluating your life

I: Intensely daydream

T: Try not to get distracted by Tumblr

E: Edit paragraphs obsessively

Sweater

Title: Sweater

Pairing: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier

Rating General Audiences

Arcive Warnings: None apply

“Schatz, have you seen my sweater?” Eriks called from the bathroom.

Charles, who was lounging on the bed, pulled his sleeves over his hands, trying not to giggle. “Which sweater? The one with the stripes?”

“Yeah, the one mama knit me for Christmas last year.” Charles heard Erik ruffle through the laundry hamper. “I saw it somewhere around here yesterday.”

“Maybe in the closet?”

Erik stepped into the room and his gaze fell on Charles on the bed. Then he realised where he had seen the sweater: on Charles. “You are such a…”

Charles smirked, and both men started laughing.

@flufftober

KUCHEN!

@42donotpanic understands me like nobody else I‘ve ever talked too. And somehow our conversation was suddenly about cake