wincest inspector gadget au

Raphael because I’ve never drawn Raphael OuO

dat gurl got sum cheekbone action there, msbrokenbrightside

send me your address and i’ll mail you a valentines card. i’m paying for all the postage and stuff, and you’ll get a customized little message with it and everything. i’m also willing to give you my address in return if you wanna mail me something!

Summary: Michael is late for class, when he’s stopped by an asshole of a professor who has an interesting proposal for him. Artist/Model AU. Pairing: Michael/Lucifer Rating: T CW: age swap, creepiness bordering on harassment Word count: 993

                   This was ridiculous. Michael was ridiculous. Never in a million years would he ever agree to do this, but for some reason, he was convinced to do this by some smooth-talking, creepy, charismatic asshole when all Michael wanted was a goddamned latte from the university’s café.

He had barely made it two steps outside into the chilly autumn air, cold enough that it bit through his maroon scarf and matching mittens, when he heard that voice behind him say, “Excuse me, do you have a minute?”

Michael turned to face the inquirer. He was a man who appeared around forty years of age, with messy blond hair and slight stubble. He was dressed rather smartly—wearing sensible dark denim blue jeans and a black peacoat with the collar popped (Douchebag, Michael thought), an olive green scarf peeking from beneath it. What enraptured the 23 year old most, however, was the man’s striking ice blue eyes—they were cold and arrogant, and Michael could feel the disdain for humanity in them, even through the black browline glasses the man wore.

To be perfectly honest, I want to talk about writing self-indulgent fanfic because I’m currently struggling to give myself permission to write self-indulgent fanfic. So I’m sorting this all around in my head anyway, and I might as well try to put it into words in case it helps anyone else.

Sometimes I see people who say, in their summaries/author’s notes/tags/other header or footer info, something along the lines of “this is horribly self-indulgent oh god why am i even posting it i guess apparently people read this stuff?”: something small and self-deprecating and ashamed. And it makes me—honestly, it makes me—sad.