I Ship:

Jides (Jonathon/Brides)

Lad (Lucy/Vlad)

Vina (Mina/Vlad)

Gin & Tonic (TomxGinny)

Bellamort (Epic Win BellatrixVoldie)

Doctor/Donna (ULTIMATE OTP)

Sherlock/Irene (so shoot me)

Doctor/Master

Amy/Rory

Eleven/River

Theta/Koschei/Ushas (PRYDONIAN OT3)

Jenny/Luke (Grown in a vat)

Jack/Ianto

Doctor/TARDIS.

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Note: I do NOT like Twilight. SOME of the fanfiction is good. Actually, It's better than the books. That is all.

PLOT BUNNIES UP FOR ADOPTION!!!

I am never going to actually get around to writing these, but I really want to see them as finished fics. Muse Treats!!

Tokay: HP/Dracula crossover. Bellatrix/Vlad.

What could have been: Dangerverse characters read canon books.

Humanity: If Tom’s one weakness was a lack of love, would loving someone make him invincible? Bellamort.

A Match Made In...Hell: Bellamort fic set in the Afterlife. Our favourite villains struggle to return to life, at the same time realising that devotion and favouritism have become... something else entirely.

Save Me: Dracula fic. Van Helsing uses his position to take advantage of Lucy & Mina. They are saved by the Man Himself, and learn that darkness, in the end, is much more reliable than light.

What happens when men fall asleep in church:

One day Mrs. Jones went to have a talk with the minister at the local church. "Reverend," she said, "I have a problem: my husband keeps falling asleep during your sermons. It's very embarrassing. What should I do?"

"I have an idea," said the minister. "Take this hatpin with you. I will be able to tell when Mr. Jones is sleeping, and I will motion to you at specific times. When I motion, you give him a good poke in the leg."

In church the following Sunday, Mr. Jones dozed off. Noticing this, the preacher put his plan to work. "And who made the ultimate sacrifice for you?" he said, nodding to Mrs. Jones.

"Jesus!" Jones cried as his wife jabbed him the leg with the hatpin.

"Yes, you are right, Mr. Jones," said the minister. Soon, Mr. Jones nodded off again. Again, the minister noticed. "Who is your redeemer?" he asked the congregation, motioning towards Mrs. Jones.

"God!" Mr. Jones cried out as he was stuck again with the hatpin.

"Right again," said the minister, smiling. Before long, Mr. Jones had winked off again. However, this time, the minister did not notice. As he picked up the tempo of his sermon, he made a few motions that Mrs. Jones mistook as signals to bayonet her husband with the hatpin again.

The minister asked, "And what did Eve say to Adam after she bore him his 99th son?"

Mrs. Jones poked her husband, who yelled, "You stick that goddamned thing in me one more time and I'll break it in half and shove it up your ass!"

"Amen," replied the congregation.

The Cardinal is at his wits end...he had not far to go. - Lord Byron.

I became insane...with frequent bouts of horrible sanity - Edgar Allen Poe.

That God cannot lie lends no proof to your argument. For that does not mean that priests cannot, or that the bible cannot. - Alexander Paine.

If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.- Lord Byron.

All that we see or see or seem is but a dream within a dream. - Edgar Allen Poe.

There is something Pagan in me which I cannot shake off. - Lord Byron.

All the good ones are on the other bus... or Time Lords.