filthy as the ace of spades

Trying to recover access to my AO3 account after way too many years of disuse.

The unthinkable, the UNBELIEVABLE, has happened: I have too many shoes. So after four years of trying, I'm finally purging my collection. (I've worked in retail for ~10yrs, omg so many shoes.) I'm probably going to add new shoes to this weekly, since I cling to my shoes with clawed hands of consumer desperation and there are tons and tons to go through.

ETA: Some of you know I broke my foot last year in a work accident. Since then, I've had horrible chronic foot pain that won't go away no matter what physio or shoes I wear, so I caved and had stupidly expensive yet omg full of such relief orthotics made. The huge downside here is that they don't fit pretty much 2/3 of my collection, so the purge has become ridiculously necessary.

All comments are screened, so if there is a shoe you want, you can leave its number/name, your email address AND physical address so I can email you a shipping quote. If you want more than one, we can talk discount! I am flexible, yo.

If the box is pictured, you'll get that too, unless you tell me otherwise! Sizes range from 7-10! (Selling some of Roomie's for her at the same time.)

PS If you have questions about fit/comfort/material/fitting aids (of course I have half insoles and heel grips and EVERYTHING) just ask! Shoe sizes are like clothing sizes: more like guidelines. :3

( Pics, prices, and helpful descriptions beneath the cut! )

Hi, new fandom. Hi.

Hey hey my playmate
Teen Wolf. Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski. NC-17. ~3100 words. Established relationship. Enthusiastic consent. Bestiality (of the werewolf kind). Knotting. Inspiried by this incredibly NSFW pic by Jinxii. Show You What All The Howl Is For.
Stiles is definitely a special kind of brilliant to be running around out here half-naked in the dark with a werewolf hot on his tail.

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In Repair
My Chemical Romance. Gerard Way/Frank Iero. NC-17. ~33,000 words. Underage. Robots. (But not underage robots.) Bonus delicious amazing artwork and soundtrack linked below! Written for bandombigbang 2012.

"Shit," Frank mutters, and shoves both hands through his hair. He looks around the kitchen like he's gonna find what he should do scratched into the old linoleum, then looks back at the bot. He gnaws on his lip. Fuck it. He already knows what he's gonna do. He's just gotta do it.

Getting down on his knees, he braces a hand on the edge of the crate and leans over the bot. It's dressed in a plain white tee and matching drawstring pants like an escaped mental patient. Frank rolls his neck and cracks his knuckles, shaking the ache out of them before carefully laying his palm against its cheek. He's pretty sure his voice is steady when he says, "Activate."

Nothing happens. Fucking shitty packaging-- the thing's busted. But Frank keeps his hand where it is, jumping a little when he feels the surge of energy beneath it. The robot's skin goes from room temperature to lukewarm, then warm. Frank watches it open its eyes, the light behind them adjusting until they're a pale sort of brown. It looks at him and asks, "Am I dead?"



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Link to artwork and soundtrack post (and all the flailing) here!

I told you.

It's tough to take a man's shovel when he really wants to dig
My Chemical Romance. Gerard Way/Frank Iero. NC-17. ~3700 words. Alcohol, drugs, watersports, sex involving all three.
If Frank concentrates, he's pretty sure he remembers Gerard saying something like that about five minutes ago. That he liked dick, he liked Frankie's dick, he kinda wants to get all up on it, hope that doesn't make shit weird.

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Wolf-on-wolf action! says Twitter. OKAY, says Blue.

Show you what all that howl is for
My Chemical Romance. Gerard Way/Frank Iero. Hard R. ~4000 words. Werewolves.
How is Frank supposed to enjoy a good run knowing Gerard's out there pissing on his trees?

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Break foot - check!
Finish gay historical romance using paid time off - check!
Freak the fuck out about publishing it - FUCKIN CHECK

Just because you THINK you can write established relationship high school AU kinky tentacle porn for someone who loves established relationships and high school AUs and kinky tentacle porn TOTALLY means you absolutely should. I apologise not at all, FOR ANYTHING.

Get Naked (I Got a Plan)
My Chemical Romance. Gerard/Frank. HS AU. TENTACLES. NC-17. ~10,600 words. Most ridiculous and amazing banner by the most ridiculous and amazing @cee_m. Similarly, this fic for rivers_bend.
Frank slides his hand all the way up to where Gerard's arm and tentacles fuse at his armpit. The difference between the feel of one beneath his palm and the other is literally the stuff his dreams are made of. His wet dreams.



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